They should have come,
all the signs were there:
snow, claw marks,
a blue sun. Instead
someone brought
an ice pick & shovel.
The task became
to keep the heart
from freezing
when it realized,
without a compass,
winter would be
a lifetime.
Who can tolerate
a cold, blue daughter?
2 comments:
none can.
I have one, and even 17 years later, I can't. ~
hope this not a true nature of things and just a creative script of poetic or prose liberty
gracias for sharing this
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