3.14.17

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outside, the drifts of snow
grow fat by the hour, soften
the hard edges of buildings and fences.
inside, i lay each row of stiches
and think about accumulation:
how a thing, like a sentence
can grow – each utterance
building the body, as in
on the backs of.

 

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

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