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Fable
The sun was a peach
held out over snow, the snow
winking at the birds, at the boy
walking with his eyes at the ground,
crunching through the crust,
so focused on nothing
that nothing would have surprised him
more than the wolf
standing ten feet to his left,
wearing a coat like winter itself,
eyes like caves of ice, and the sky,
a sunny dome bit into
by the voracious green tips
of hemlocks and white pine,
so that as the boy looked up
from the snow-packed road
the sky was like the opening
of a dark mouth
and there was no question
about whether or not
he was on the inside.
held out over snow, the snow
winking at the birds, at the boy
walking with his eyes at the ground,
crunching through the crust,
so focused on nothing
that nothing would have surprised him
more than the wolf
standing ten feet to his left,
wearing a coat like winter itself,
eyes like caves of ice, and the sky,
a sunny dome bit into
by the voracious green tips
of hemlocks and white pine,
so that as the boy looked up
from the snow-packed road
the sky was like the opening
of a dark mouth
and there was no question
about whether or not
he was on the inside.
Posted 07/21/10