from p.1 on Mon., Feb. 26th

Fresh powder flies
from sharp skis.

Cousins howling.

Laughter bursts from
cold corners.

Warmth fills a
cloudy sky.


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Blue lips,

pale face,

breathing in,

the snowflakes.


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A broken heart led
to a broken world.


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Caught in a vesper,
pushed towards
and away,
trying to determine
if I want to
go with
or against
the wind.


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Ballerinas fluttered
across the canvas,
people danced from
masterpiece to masterpiece,
series of movement
and color,

And the creative impact
that one properly
placed line can have.


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Lying in bed sick
as the world happens
around me.