Fly Off the Handle
Flying up recently of the fell
snow in apiece
a crazy sigh seemly without
of course —
so easily flying–so enjoying
pullers by wind
and come up hells or high water
from the roofs or trees
and while the wind stopped
a clear and empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come back
the winter around
in sort or strongly strike —
again, flying the snow
apiece, without of course —
again flying the snow potted
fill over streets–over roofs
over the trees . . .
And lacking be snow–top indeed
The terrain.
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