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Photograph Poem by Brad Vogler

The pines are heavy with winter,
bark darker than the black coat she wears.

The snow she’s waded through,
deep as the bench she stands on,
has nearly swallowed her steps.

Over the fence behind her
the trees are caught somewhere
between rising and falling
as the hill descends into gully.

What goes on in her mind
stays
still as her hair
as the untouched snow.

View bio for Brad Vogler Published in Winter 2005

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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