For Andre Brereton
Copyright (c) 1994, Daniel Sendecki
All rights reserved




For Andre Brereton
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Snowflakes fall to earth
like tired robins, curling
once about a tree
 
only to make their
nest in the smutty mire of
soot and slush and ice
 
there is loneliness
lamplight shines like hot butter
over cobblestones
 
rows and rows and rows
of madly identical
teeth, these stones shining
 
like enamel the
windows white with frost are blind
with cataracts

Just, now
host of sparrows
take to the evening sky
like frozen gears, so cold, they seize
and fall

