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She falls for Rudolph,
the beautiful red nose that needs a covering,
some snow, some clay,
to hide the gold inside. He gets laughed at,
and she feels sadness
to the marrow, feels his shame.
Loves the snowdots on coats.
Loves their horse nature,
the stamping and snorting,
the impatience for flight,
the dance over the face of the moon.
Checks for silhouettes in the sky,
and footprints on rooftops.
If only she could stroke thick necks
and smell damp fur,
hot breath. And go to sleep
in deep snow,
among stunted Arctic shrubs
and smooth boulders. In a reindeer den, eating berries,
kissing noses.
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
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