I watch winter gasp
a dying breath, breathing
bitterly, cold infiltrates
the lapels of my woolen coat
the collar of my shirt

my skin contracts, shudders
the sun is a watery blur
afloat in the sky, pale
incapable of giving
the warmth I need

I hunch my shoulders
shove my hands into pockets
fists clenched, trying
to make do, as if
this cold ever mattered

06/10/2006

Posted on 06/27/2006
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