Lively snowfall over philosophers’ graves
A lively snowfall
falls like an ironic comment
over past philosophers’ graves
in what is practically
a continuous winter twilight.
One of them was a kind of market-crier
the second was a sway-pole artist
the third kept a look-out on street corners
That era is over now. Here this snowfall thickens.
And these pages lack writing.
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