The Edge

Through the wilderness Slashes the curtain of wind, Pulling after across before, Its purposelessness birthed Far away, kicking up snow in distant hills, Its mindless edge now Bowing spotted cattail blooms Into the scalloped surface Of Timberwolfe Lake. It caterwauls out of the silence, Epees swishing without intelligence Through the pine thickets, Raking, moaning, Unfurling the lake water, Spinning chaotic clouds In an old-time reel Across the moon, Charming snake hiss from the hillsides, And loony as a wolf, Howling with its head above water.
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