Melting Snow by Sam Beurskens Mounds of white, light-burned To torrents of spring thaw Stones washed far afield. Heavily wrapped Divine body—entombed, sealed Black—no escape—hush. Snow-lands twinkle, gleam Till spring slow-purges the ground Mud-ugly splotches. Spring’s rain pounds harshly Like angry, vicious war drums: Beating snow to muck. Page 14
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