Rabbit has crossed from Spruce to Stump to Woods.
Tonight this is the story the snow tells
in voice so hushed, its words travel in pairs –
side   byside        sidebyside
till on the far side of morning they huddle in shadow
the moon falls upon the tracks of its telling
and off in the distance
a train passes
dogs bark
someone stirs beneath the whisper
of the blue wings of sleep.

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