The Winter in Your Eyes

You walk along the frozen pathways

trying to torch every frosted blockade.

The mind lacks road signs,

and we regret to inform you–

the dead ends are numerous.


When the sun rises behind your eyes

it is sure to set with a soft twitch of

the bottom lip.

Look too long,

brightness tends to

spread, break, dissipate.

Close them.


Remembering can strip you

of even the blanket branded

with the biggest name.



pull what you can of

the warmth between your

mistaken steps.

You have at least two hands

ready to caress the wetness

thawing beneath your rise.


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