age arrives
more clearly when
it's cold.
arctic cold.
you feel it
in your knee.
your neck,
your curled hands.
the snow in
your hair
is not snow.
the blur in your
eyes
not wind. but
the memory
of love
keeps you warm,
with that
the movement
of time has not
slowed.
Monday, January 20, 2014
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