Snow’s liminal whisper
between ice and slush,
into stuttering gutters,
crushed. Machines sweep.
Yes, we’re in a borderland, in time and space!
We touched on this concept during our online discussion today about Howard Nemerov’s “Because You Asked About the Line Between Prose and Poetry.” Timely poem, given the weather!
Love this. Miss you. “Liminal”….love this word.
Miss you, too. Hope to come visit soon, maybe this summer?
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