Within Minutes
by Larry Thomas

the draws
sparkled like wounds
of gaping garnet,
lugubrious

with the lowing
of cattle;
the desertscape
creaked beneath a glaze

of clear blue ice;
and the hawks
froze to the fence posts,
gleaming like ornaments

on the hoods of cars,
within minutes
after the wet
blue norther hit.

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