winter XXXXVIII
by Nathaniel Dolton–Thornton
AETHER /OAR
winter XXXXVIII
the world is full of mystery
dramas we’ve seen before
the world is full of riddle
writers and solvers hunched over tables under drawn blinds
the plum tree blooms
sky in winter, but that doesn’t explain whom it’s for
the Foolish Creek foolishly burbles
where no one hears