the
mind maze
blank
like the page
stared
at long enough
white
as the snow
and
cold
these
last few days
people
want something
warmer
gripping
with
white knuckles
not
to be blown away by wind
trying
to salvage one or two
more
days and it
won’t
bother the
toughest
skin burn faces
numb
the fingers
a
powerful presence
soon
all will be joyful
when
winter is gone
here
in new England
never
knowing
when
or
how
early it will return
with
the final word
dropped
on—
nothing
concluded…
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