I halt a verbal spiral
delivering cold half-truths
like snow drifts beneath palms
locking eyes with freezing fowl
I pause longer than I should
a lifetime
we would have withered like crumpled foil
like frost bitten oranges
here, a frozen month spent stolid
silent
there, a special month because
we escaped winter words
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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