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Mary Mackey Jerusalem Revisited today just for a moment I forgot which wars we were fighting who had been shot who had been slaughtered who was President and how much of the arctic ice cap had melted on a branch above me I saw a sparrow who knew no history but her own and for the space of two breaths maybe less I lay down my bow of burning gold and broke my arrows of desire Memories of Snow “Snow cover across the nation is only at 5 percent— the lowest since records began.” The Washington Post, December 3, 2021 quiet as breath cold on our lips as promised kisses the sun shaped it into mounds of diamonds spires of ice ephemeral cathedrals today the paths we wander down burn beneath our feet the rivers are dry the grass is gasping in the distance the mountains peaks shimmer like steel tell me my love what dusty windborne penance will drift over us tonight as we sleep in each other’s arms |
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