Snow Country
It’s the snow that runs the show
After a blizzard we look out from the house
See nothing but snow for miles
Tall trees come down with the weight of the snow
Horses cradle together beneath the softwoods
The bluejay flies as a darting color
And there are people out there somewhere
She Knows
She’s the one who sets the traps
Catching the mice under the kitchen cupboard
Friendly traps that often nabs a mouse by the tail
So she let’s the mouse go
Then sets peanut butter
Further into the trap
When the mouse returns
It gets it at the neck —
We are all hunters
With that in mind
Every mouse kill
She takes out into the woods
Onto a fine flat stone
For a fox she knows
That tracks through
To Me
as she leaves
she becomes
gorgeous
The Secret
Have secrets
Share them
Getting There
half
way
doesn’t
cross
a
bridge
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Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
