Man Watches January
a stumble of a trek
through forgotten snow.
if my heart warmed,
would grief thaw off my face?
the lessons unlearned, frozen here,
scars from harsh failures,
winter simply buries them,
pure in its icy chisel.
but they remain, deep below.
not a single loss is dead.
i look up to see a white rabbit
snowshoeing over the tombs.
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7/9/24 ... mods
11/30/23 ... lots of mods
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