Dirty Snow

"I'm as pure as the driven slush."   - Tallulah Bankhead

I lived for Dirty Snow with pearls for eyes.
Her red hair cascades. She walks straight, tall,
gracious and almighty shaking the mountains
when her arms cross her defiant chest.
I am frozen, and ancient oceans from glaciers
three billion years before thought began
melt on her breasts, decay while hydrogen
flickers in troposphere and her hands shift
the hours and minutes of the clock faster
then slower riding the merry-go-round
without the ring, its music or plight.
Nothing was predictable.
No border deserves Spring.

I live for Dirty Snow with pearls for eyes.
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3-17-06