Alice Cuenca - (#) The 'snow-eater'

a forceful chinook wind,
fast striding. unminding.
'snow-eater', the Indians say.

along the path, separating
the pond and traffic
her footsteps are heavy.

words of goodbyes
are piercing...
on a moonless night,
dreams are casting no shadows.

the sky is darkening now...
arch-shaped dusky clouds are
like bloody wounds. dripping
through the evergreen leaves.


a warm wind in the mid-winter
can appease but can't unbreak
a heart as you.

Alice Cuenca

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