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Strange Laws Have Nature
strange laws have nature…
strange laws
have nature—
the snow falls
and blows;
yet silent skies still
remain empty
surrendering
to the broom
of the wind—
the wind
sweeping
frail flakes asunder;
reclaiming
demurred dusty desires—
yet frozen sheets
refuse to succumb
to ironing winds
of time’s bed
and its juxtaposed
spread—
steadfast slip stretched:
strange laws have nature.
Copyright ©
Millard Lowe
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