some frost,
a gale of snow,
a wind. the red line
of mercury
gone low
below
the point
of freezing.
gloves and hats,
the buttons and snaps,
all tight,
secured
to the chin.
I can't see the end
of this,
let's shovel
out our differences,
keep warm together,
begin
again.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
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