as wild snow lay speechless
covering
his Mango Mini plot
a sleepless widow installed herself
nearby,
in her fresh candied madness,
purring away
with soft blue shivers
from deep in his part
of the Earth,
he sang up to her
and the woods sang
and the owls sang
and the black wolves sang
her moonstruck feet floated slowly upon
a snow belly ground
garnished with sympathy
dancing
with her entombed love
as wild snow fell, time grew
more cold
the beautiful relict
purring away in blue madness
while her sweet
charcoal mane lay in
wait
for The Eternal Voice
to call them both into frozen
lunacy
for always
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