the cold
out of my hands,
my fingers stiff with
February.
i should have worn gloves.
a hat too.
and these shoes
do nothing in this snow.
i blow on my
cupped hands
to keep them warm,
the bloom of
my lungs feathering out
into the black
night.
i pull my coat tighter
around my neck.
i'll keep going,
one more hill,
another mile,
but you're worth it.
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