Winter’s Other

Lushly, thickly
a polar bear hibernates
under our infinite skies, 

in our midst:
bristling white 
visiting behemoth.

From my tiny pane,
I see its heavy

see its lungs, and fir
rise and fall

in branch 
and mind
and rise again.

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