Monday, February 22, 2016

Placeholder by Joseph Massey


Now that the animal 
trapped in the rafters

is silent, the cold alone

is a sound. 
February's glare

bent by Victorian glass

casts the outline 
of a spike of ice

spread from floor to ceiling—

the only thing 
holding the house up.

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