poetically optimistic

my mind drifts

in a silent night.

it wanders like a

blind dog from

door to door.

the wind is looking

for something to

swallow. my feet

are firmly planted

against it. in

the cold, each

breath i take is

shorter than the

last.  i will not

erode away. i

live this way in

vain. any snow

now will be

erased by

chinooks of

an early spring.

flowers will bloom

from this

silent night.

 

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