Friday, January 21, 2022

Poem: Man Watches January

 

Man Watches January

 

a stumble of thoughts

trek through forgotten snow.

 

if my heart warmed,

would the grief thaw off my face?

 

so many lessons unlearned, frozen here,

scars from harsh failures.

 

winter simply buries them,

pure in its cleansing chisel.

 

and yet it's all here, down below,

not a single sin is dead.

 

an old white rabbit

snowshoes over the tombs.




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11/30/23 ... lots of mods 

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