"All That White Silence"
By Todd Karhu
Lungs of ours, now filled with snow,
Through rifted cloud, we drown below
In alabaster angelglow.
Then poppies let their skirts uncurl,
Their lithe vermilion blossoms swirl,
And in a breeze begin to twirl.
Long ago we saw things melt—
Saw phantoms tighten up their ...