White Would, Their World by Wilton Stover


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Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole,
stands black in the sound of the snow.
What the countless In a single floral stroke,
This third day of our January thaw,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
What?
What can you do?
to matter... for the flushed boys are muscular
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Standing in the way of the truth.
A white Would their world not remain
comfortably Side of the painting,
the world of that wise,
white.