SNOWMAN AWAKENING
One winter morning
the Snowman opens coal eyes
the ones that have known fire
and all that fire has touched:
the cold center of stone,
the leaping electron, holy bushes,
candles designated as sacred,
two bodies banging together like sex
and making sparks fly
into stars thick as myth
and just as high
Richard Smyth
Posted over on Anabiosis Press
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