Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Black Snow by Carl Adamshick

Black Snow 

I came home
from my mother’s funeral
to a house of my own making
to dust I didn’t want
to lift from a shelf
I came home astonished
by life being the same
struck dumb
when the knife
sunk into the melon

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