Image by Tamyka Bell; white-out erasure and blue loops over original text by Dewi.

The Snow

after Dewi

the snow

the snow
stopped

and
inches of snow
followed it 
and

quickly whipped
snow falling 
cautious
fighting against cold fever
hanging there:

dried, frozen 
big

leaking
pressed


This poem is part of The Evidence Room, a found poetry collaboration on Chalkboard. I found this poem in:

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