Snow on the way, Poetry by Jeffery Moser

Genre: Society, Life

Snow on the way
by Jeffery Moser

Before we had this upstairs west window
There were only whistles, gong rocks, and etched
Contracts with comets. Remember how they
Raced across the sky with no capitals,
Punctuation, or rhyme? One shy star plunged,
Splintered growth and vanished. Nervous solons
Rummaged in the dry reeds until whiz kids
Recast the librettos. Now shall we gauge
What’s going on downtown? Looks like there remains
Outbreak of gold fever. Foolscaps amply
Clearer than hand mirrors, too. Oh, rich hour. Here’s
Lawrence’s notes on mornings! Corn Dance! Pretty
Christmas Eve! Tears! If this world ends, they can’t
Say we didn’t salvage the wares on our backs.

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