Snow By Elijah Schwinn Quiet I find you among peeling birch, pomegranate lips frozen ash. A fox wandering across snow, stops, listens to an owl's wings screaming at your ghost I trace your light curves across horizons to be forgotten. Skin flaking from bone memories, falling blue diamonds buried in winter. Elijah Schwinn can disappear.

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