Winter Stand

Juleen Eun Sun Johnson

A Map of Wyoming fills

an empty white wall.

Have you seen winter stand still?

White disguises ranges.


Not like riverbeds

but as a white stallion.

Your fist-filled leather.


Her back is tired

but she loves you.

An apple still full in her mouth.

She kisses your hand.


Listen

As she breathes

lead her to water.

She takes on new life

as you hold her.


Reclaim your wildness

in the vastness of her eyes.


Sand gathers around the door to a house.


Sun comes down

around quiet, 

wind comes

from the East.




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