“This Morning” by Jess Williard

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(“all is white” by Magdalena Roeseler CC BY 2.0)


This Morning

Muffled grind
of snow
        plows,

squirrels
    chirping
of discovered
          warmth

in the walls
of the house.

White-packed
  lawns
have
          already


inflated
          the day.
How open
it is patterned

to be filled in

with cold light.
How without

              repose.

What things
I could scare
            enough

      to crawl
inside me.


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Jess Williard’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Nashville Review, Cider Press Review, Oxford Poetry and others. He is from Wisconsin.