somewhere between
the angularity and ambiguity
of time's passage
the mountain spires taller
than when you first saw them
Three Gravediggers
the steady gaze
of gravediggers
two with clenched hands
as though they were still
holding their shovels
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remembering the January 6th insurrection I will not pardon the snow's return nor shake its icy hand
