weightless

barely there I see you &
drifting snow the deer are here
clouds of cotton & you say

the sun heard it
even when the walls were there more
are cold & I love you

there is no roof I’m guessing
& snow pretends heart & maybe
      to melt it hears

hearted what it wants
when he smiles maybe it knows nothing

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Constance Schultz and her family live in the diverse Pacific Northwest. She has work in the Rising Phoenix Review, Bone & Ink Press, Empty Mirror, Sobotka Literary Review, and Hidden Channel Zine. Ms. Schultz also regularly contributes to Them Dam Writers online.