I Eat Poetry

love
Gwylym Cano

there should be one hundred words for love
just as the peoples who have lived in snow so long
have so many words for snow. love
can be cold. difficult to walk on. slushy. mushy.
it will trick you. betray.
it can fall so silently on you that it mystifies--
soon everything is quiet
a blanket under which even the cold streets of your city
are warmed. clean. it can also sting.
invariably, it melts. often, then, it smells.
and each particle is different and you know no two
are the same, so never fear, lovely people, love comes
again.


also, happy poetry wednesday!