after a print by Ray Hudson

Snow falls in enormous
flakes, each bigger
than the invisible moon.

In twenty-seven rectangles, four trees
climb a blue hill;  beyond,
the mountains rise green.

Snow falls from blue
through gray, mirrored
once,  once turned over.

It has been shown that the human
brain can get used
to anything:  eyeglasses that reverse

or invert the world,
nearly any loss.
It has been proven that

we do not perceive the world
as it is.  That must
be so, since the moon

could never be
so small, since hills are never
so blue.  It must be so

if four trees
can climb a blue hill
twenty-seven ways.

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