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Snow-Blind on a Hunt

Snow-Blind on a Hunt


The tiger's fur is hoarfrost
Sibir that blinds my eyes.


And while I cannot tell a sky
from brown ground, I can tell
the oily lucency


of sun from white. It's only
yellow trapped in white,


or white transuding


         honey,      syrup,         smashed



cloudberry a screeching colour-
pandemonium de-
colorizing when


it thins toward the white.


And when I shoot, in blind,
through white and yellow,



I hear the light calando

sound of tiger
paws on ground; at first
from a distance, then




from more, and gone.