Jan 26th

 

Sky dusted

jet stream

 

cold crystals

bone shatters.

 

January sticks

imminent:

 

impersonal.

 

I’m treading

iced water

 

gasping for

heat.

 

Years scatter

dreams

 

hope

lingers

 

like

sugar:

 

dust;

glistening.

 

Waiting

 

spring’s

tumescence.

 

 

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