Today's poem is by K. A. Hays
This Morning After Snow, the Body Scrapes Off
sludge, is mere action. It strips the sleet from the walk
at dawn, blue-lit, forging a path as water would,
with that constant stream of spite for solids, whose fixedcontented stupor everyone wants. A pain
that we're mostly water and therefore subjectto the flaws liquid has, in addition to the joke
of being aware. Best, if we can manage it,
to annul thoughtto hunch frozen, ground-bentand sure as bullies, fixing the brow as if
a thread were drawn from leaf-rot to face, sewnup to the fickle air. Best, after too much
vision, to be only mightan organizing
grunt, a mass. Gutted. Shoveling corewards.
Copyright © 2008 K. A. Hays All rights reserved
from New Orleans Review
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