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Published: Fri Jul 1 2005
Diego Isaias Hernández Méndez, Convertiendse en Characoteles / Sorcerers Changing into Their Animal Forms (detail), 2013, oil on canvas. Arte Maya Tz’utujil Collection.
The Snowfields at Lone Fountain

_             _This far out of town no one tracks the snow. In places, the stubble from the harvested corn spikes through. It looks as though some old document has been torn away at the edge where it was long creased.
_              _Mice tunnel the fields to get at the kernels. Hawks gyre when the squalls clear. Sometimes you’ll see the black barn cat sitting and listening to the mice in their icy labyrinth. He’s like a solitary period on an otherwise blank sheet.
_             _If you look for long enough you’ll see it, not the white but the blue.

Michael Chitwood has published four books of poetry. The most recent, Gospel Road Going, was awarded the Roanoke-Chowan Prize for the best book by a North Carolinian. His work has appeared in Poetry, The Threepenny ReviewThe New Republic, Field, The Georgia Review, and numerous journals. (updated 2005)

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