Letter to Steven, From a Blizzard

by

Kaitlyn Gallagher

Brother the snow is in the teeth of the town
In spots unexpected, heavy and wet
Tourists lift their knees through its graceful blanket
Looking cold and embarrassed
Natives greet it like a drunk friend
Dress and go swiftly on with the day
Two women just urged me home
Saying
Everyone is leaving their posts
At noon
So I shouldn’t be surprised
When weighted branches break free
And crash noiselessly
Like some mute angel’s gesture

 

 

 

 

Kaitlyn Gallagher is a graduate of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. She is the author of Point Me in the Right Direction (Rodent Press). Her fiction and poetry have appeared in The New Censorship, Bombay Gin, 13th Moon, Hyena and Slack. Her essays have appeared in The Pacific Sun.

 

 

 

 

 

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