Monday, April 08, 2013


he called her name
     heard it in sounds
     not her shape

he stepped into the front yard
                  into the cold
     saw her sitting
                  growing a skin of snow

he crunched toward her
     laid his hand on her shoulder
                           with the curves of concern

she moved away
      left dimensions unspoken
      in the miniscule space created

-come inside.
--I'm enjoying the cold.
--it gives me the shivers you used to.

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