|O Y S T E R B O Y R E V I E W 9|
|T H E S N O W C A T|
Now new snow blurs the tracks|
I've barely read:
Squirrel and deer: the alko lady's
polydactyl cat, each print a seven-petalled flower.
By the first poplars they're all going, gone.
Kneedeep in anything is shit.
I plunge back up the hill,
but in my throat
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