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From whiskey river:
Report From A Far Place
Making these word things to
step on across the world, I
could call them snowshoes.They creak, sag, bend, but
hold, over the great deep cold,
and they turn up at the toes.In war or city or camp
they could save your life;
you can muse them by the fire.Be careful, though: they
burn, or don’t burn, in their own
strange way, when you say them.
(William Stafford)
