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Sat 7 Dec, 2002 05:28 am
'Letter To My Brother In San Francisco'
Dear David,
The rumor's true.
Winter has wrapped our sick and tired
world in the customary bandages.
Soon enough they'll be discolored - fouled
by the residue of our strivings.
But for today all is wrapped in a healing whiteness.
It's just as you remember:
The stillness of yard and street,
the trees transformed, the quiet!
Wow! Brother in San Francisco will be jealous and long for home. Wonderful imagery of snow as a bandage and our activities "fouling" the pristine snow.
jjorge, that is beautiful! Happy the brother with a poetic sibling.
If he is in San Francisco, then snow is only a wished-for treat, unless he heads for the Sierra. Of course, the City has other compensations.
Thanks dupre, thanks Kara
A pleasure to read your poem, jjorge.
A lovely gentle & melancholy feel to it.
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