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Dress for snow

By Jody Bolz / January 10, 1989

If the night comes and all the houses close into fields wind worrying the sticks a story moon that can't be budged

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no one anywhere and everywhere the smell of broken leaves;

if the night stays where the hills back up against it and the woods give their shadows up in praise -

dress for snow. I'll be at the gate easy as woodsmoke waiting.