Nature’s unbalanced rift divides the social strata down two wooden ladders
from the cold hammer attic,
the snap dragon,
the alpha mater,
the kitchen-cut potatoes boiled in the pot for dinner.
The stolid winter crips in the window shivers,
the gold fish liver,
britches in the boiling pot,
the melting kettle,
the blue seagull feather on the rosewood dream catcher.
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