The "snow-eater"
a forceful chinook wind
striding fast, unminding;
"snow-eater", the Indians say.
along the path separating
the pond and traffic
are my heavy footsteps.
the sky is darkening now...
arch-shaped dusky clouds are
like bloody wounds
dripping through
the evergreen leaves
words of goodbyes
are piercing.
on a moonless night,
dreams are casting no shadows
a warm wind in the mid-winter
can appease but can't unbreak
a heart as you.
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