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Wherein space is constructed that matter may reside in. . .

Michele Glazer
The weather forecast that snow would fall from the sky.

(The architecture of snow was like the architecture

of the storm itself, and of the landscape.)

The weather forecast was that snow would fall.

We are like snow he said.

She understood her heart was cold.

And that if the walls could not be breached by rhetoric

or conjecture, still they leaned, comfortably

perhaps, one against the other,

an aggregate of disturbances, rust

that in the meantime corrodes, makes beautiful.

You are like snow. She thought,

but I told you that before.

The architecture of loss, the hand of a loved one.

You are not like other weather he said.

From Aggregate of Disturbances by Michele Glazer published by the University of Iowa Press. Copyright © 2004 by Michele Glazer. All rights reserved.

From Aggregate of Disturbances by Michele Glazer published by the University of Iowa Press. Copyright © 2004 by Michele Glazer. All rights reserved.

Michele Glazer