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It’s #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIMEvery Day‘s archives!
barely there I see you & drifting snow the deer are here clouds of cotton & you say
the sun heard it even when the walls were there more are cold & I love you
there is no roof I’m guessing & snow pretends heart & maybe to melt it hears
hearted what it wants when he smiles maybe it knows nothing
Constance Bacchus was born and raised in the hottest/coldest parts of eastern Washington. She has writing in Peregrine, jenny mag, and SAND. Her favorite poet is either Sylvia Plath on some gray days, or Mary Oliver when she walks in the coulee.
