Today's poem is by Nellie Bridge
The man acted badly, by all accounts,
but I like him.
It keeps snowing
even though we pour salt.
If I stifle my sympathies
they grow into bitter balls of string
I can't shake out of my hand.
And if I let my animals out
they make the trails I walk.
It is snowing, i have string
and animals in my heart.
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