Sleds [Poem - fragment]
Sleds
There are fifteen of us.
After a laughing, stumbling
through-the-woods,
we are lost in a very ordinary manner.
Temporary residents of the snow and
trees, of the unforgiving cold and silence.
Sleds
There are fifteen of us.
After a laughing, stumbling
through-the-woods,
we are lost in a very ordinary manner.
Temporary residents of the snow and
trees, of the unforgiving cold and silence.
