Notes on 2/14/08

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Notes on 2/14/08

The specter through snow on
soft light
sharp, muted color
this morning

looking through closed windows
trimmed with lace
that old rough, homemade feeling

imperfections of snow
imperfections on a bare back
top tied black ribbon draped
on neutral skin
sharp shoulders
thin

vanishing
specter
frail
snowflakes

they eat lunch
she holds a rose
talking of
mirrors in the shower
sulk and steam

momentary lapse

the softness of a snow covered city
hand to her face
down turned his eyes
waiting warm, steaming outside
breath steams up windows

and ignore
the overfed specters
figures in clock tower windows
girls underdressed, melancholy disarray
and a cottage-like house
old country
that once housed a ghost
they say