Wednesday, February 25, 2015

from p.4 on an almost snow-day: Monday, Feb. 23rd


  • Tear drops fall
    Into my oddly-colored smoothie
    And I can't find a way
    To meet her gaze.

  • The cold wings
    of winter come,
    unfurled in majestic
    winds.
    The teeth gnash the
    dry ground,
    and the fiery breath
    of frost scorches the
    earth.

  • We're all alone...
    Falling down stairs
    Slipping on ice--
    No one to catch us
    Unless we open our eyes
    And catch ourselves.

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