Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Needles of Freezing Air

by John McKernan

Right in

Covering the floor
With its metaphor of broken glass
Over oak across a black rug

Imitating the sounds
Of certain months and years
Of German and Russian history
Adding a strange new conclusion

To the Cinderella epic
I've just read to my daughter
Who asks    What did that?   
And I answer honestly   I don't know
Just a fierce wind   Probably nothing   Nothing at all

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