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Heat hammering on the snow
Lancing it
Burning it away
Layer by layer the garbage is revealed
Held safe in ice
Covered in blankets of cleansing snow
The landscape was at peace
Now it is torn raw by cross-land flow
Water carving and tearing new wounds
Into old scars revealed
Sun ripping six months of flaws into
Full view in six days.
Under the gunshots of shattering lake ice
Beer cans peeled into curved knives by ravens
Glitter in every ditch
The first geese chew innumerable shreds
Of muddy plastic
No leaves are open yet
No ground is thawed
No romantic empty slate appears
Promising fertile growth
Until you pick up the trash.