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THE SNOW IS MEDICINE BLUE


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THE SNOW IS MEDICINE BLUE

 

Postmodern sounds like “we already figured it out”
new echo old authority      No one
originates the whole yard's designated history cul
minate at constant weird [sic stated] point

night sees into foreheads and hearts
“world” from its modern storm battened
abandoned bomb-height a race's
ingenuity to cancel organism

Morning Anyway comes nowords      Ordinary
non-aggressive sun lays on
skin photons' retinal weight
one cell of light embrace      I am so for the world

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Dear Art, beneath snow's blind
field shapes and colors
mend? Because embrace
fuses rainbow light

did the spectrum sever hard
to split Purple Blue Red? An in-the-
dark free heart gapes
no hierarchy of love,

a squirrel unable to consider
State Street, totally unreasonable
unmonitored alive. Every
car registered as a government

vehicle. Asphalt just lays there.
Practical weapons make problems
of lands' needs for sun, worms,
wind, rain. ROYGBIV

(wearing a raccoon mask and tail),
the rats' and sparrows'
protector, employs a sign
and seed carrier: STOP

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KARENA YOUTZ is a poet living in Idaho. Born in 1970 Connecticut. Her book, The Shape is Space, is not available in stores. She hates parking lots.


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