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“Riddle of the Two Kin”


One races the ridge
in a full coat of weather,
glinting as it moves.

One waits on ice
bare as dawn,
set neat for the table.

Which is the naked one,
which is the dressed—
the runner in its living jacket,
or the quiet figure
with nothing left to shed?










Poetry by anonface
Written on 2026-06-09 at 03:14

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