hearts beat loud, keegan dewitt
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
-Peter F. Drucker
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter
Robert Bly
It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.
from Silence in the Snowy Fields, 1953
Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Conn.
Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Conn.
poem makes me dream of a white christmas. xo anna
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