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Winter’s Way
Icy slabs of concrete make every step a study
A thoughtful plan of placement and of stride
The fall, always regarded, and the catching
There’s much more to be broken than your pride
You glance around for soft spots
Or hope to find a thoughtful patch of sand
Winter’s brittle body, endless graying
Like the longing of an ungloved frozen hand
The pathway is hardest in this final season
Time moves slipping down the frigid glass
You see the vapors chilling condensation
And wish you’d known this future in your past
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2007-12-08
06:56:41
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