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| Poet Dan Provost |
Dan Provost has been published throughout the small press for years. He is the author of eight books and currently lives in Bellingham, Massachusetts.
A Thought in the Snow
The little things don’t matter anymore…
Breathing in air from a recent storm…
Lying in wait, looking at the clouds that form
Attainable shapes and images…
No,
These are things good people adjust to
When they are torn within—or barren
Only for a moment, of battle of soul…
You walk tainted, alone…
Turning up your collar to keep
Away the deadening cold,
And your thoughts are of penance…
A pathetic form of forgiveness to
A spirit that is unattainable…
Not to be seen nor heard
From the legions that swell all
Around you.
They see the time of day and
A moment of accepted clarity…
You see an army of nothing
Alone
Living
Dying
A quest for the steps
Of a nowhere that
Has been resolved
By the damned few
Who’s terrible escape
Is all too fast
and much too sudden…
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