Snowflaking
In the wild open west, snow flakes
keep falling
Like myriad baby
angels knocked down from Paradise
Blurring the landscape behind the vision
Hunting each
consonant trying to rise above
The ground. The day
is brighter, lighter &
Softer than the feel. Soon there will be
Dirty prints leading to everywhere (or
nowhere)
& no one will
care how the whole world will collapse
In blasphemy. The missing cat won’t
come to
Trespass the lawn, nor will the daffodil
bloom
To catch a flake
drifting astray. Nobody bothers even to think
About where the season is held up on its
way back, how
The fishes are agitating under the
pressure of wintry
Water, why people wish to see more and
more snow
Yuan Changming
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include eight chapbooks, ten Pushcart nominations, & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1,609 others across 44 countries.
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