Zen Master Winter

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Zen Master, Trying to Observe Again


This winter, the Zen Master said,

the snow was the most ivory

I’ve ever seen it,


lying on the stone walls of New England—


something, I think,

about the color of the sky this winter,

the light so strangely faded, the cold continual,


not ivory tusks

or ivory soap,

but an ivory


spread for miles across the roads and fields

you could almost bite into

like the inside of a toasted marshmallow


you might be happy to crawl deep deep down inside.


-Dick Allen

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