Andrew Lansdown: ‘Sapporo Snow’ and ‘Code’
Sapporo Snow
i
In the leafless tree
every forked twig is holding
a morsel of snow.
ii
Like sin swaggering
in a celestial landscape—
a crow in the snow.
iii
Nestled in a nest
built and abandoned by kites—
the broody snow.
iv
In the stripped maple—
dangling seeds and hawfinches
and sachets of snow.
v
When did it come, go—
the deer that during the night
left tracks in the snow?
Andrew Lansdown
Code
As I drop my head
to my hand to prop the weight
of my heart, I note
a vein pulsing in my wrist,
measuring out my moments.
I watch it awhile,
the blue pulse in my pale wrist.
What, I wonder, is
the ceaseless Morse code message
to which my veins give passage?
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