Monday, March 9, 2009

iced glass

in the early morning, freezing rain coated the front window with a beautiful shimmering coat of ice.

a very early morning view . . .

a little bit later in the morning . . .

where molecules of water took
dictation from the cold
between the stars, the crystals
in the lower margin looked
like characters in arabic,
cuneiform, and mandarin, six-point,
a smattering of chaos somebody
with better eyes might read.
however bundled we went out, we felt
the cold when we had entered it
begin to enter us. misunderstanding
circumstantiates the world.

brooks haxton

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