Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Snow Like Smoke

Hold breath until spots appear.
The flakes fall down over my eyes
Like smoke
From so many fires quenched.
And my boots shift,
Uncertain of the ice they stand on.
Tread not gripping
As we slipped down sidewalks
That ran on forever.
Fists clenched tight
In frozen pockets.
Faith in a warm cup
The cold air
And the promise of another footstep.


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