This poem is taken from PN Review 131, Volume 26 Number 3, January - February 2000.
Eight PoemsDeceptive Landscape
Of all the happy accidents
to fall and dislocate a shoulder
slipping on the trodden ice
with a sudden wetness, cries
for help, and hospital we happened
to be wanting anyway...
Banked cumulus or snowy ranges
had shaded into sky, a whiteness
from which knife-edge strata
jutted like a Christmas
present and, overnight, changes
were promised us for later.
How snow, from a distance,
had deceived in broad daylight
this familiar wounded soldier
...
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