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Facing North
Facing north
after the snowstorm
windless clouds.
Poems on the topic: snowstorm
Poems on the topic “snowstorm” on Poets.by.
Two Strangers Breakfast
The law says you and I belong to each other, George.
The law says you are mine and I am yours, George.
And there are a million miles of white snowstorms, a million furnaces of hell,
Between the chair where you sit and the chair where
I sit.
The law says two strangers shall eat breakfast together after nights on the horn of an Arctic moon.
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