Essay: First Snow

On the television three politicians argue for the end of civilization as a platform. My house sways gently and branches tap the windows. In the morning crow tracks circle a lone catalpa tree. I’m a boy again for just a moment, the snow is perfect, like our blood’s sister who knows the names of things.

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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