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Poem: Word Halter .035 (The quarreling stones became an avalanche.) 

snow pushes into
icy waterfalls.
the sky is a
bone white boulder.
elbows in branches
fold. there are
no foreseeable tops
to anything, winter
refuses to brush
its teeth.

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