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The snowman


You said it couldn’t work on pretend
as we push snow into sculpted men,
ice cloud whistle choir boy songs
until black blankets our yard.

Chins balance on fisted hands,
lean noses flat to frosted windows
and the moon unearths diamond fields,
a solitary figure in suspension

waiting for animated picture book magic,
a scarf flying in the wind as we,
like the pyjamaed boy, circumvent city parks,
narrow streets, our empty cupboard house.