Thursday, February 3, 2011


craggy aspens stripped bare brace spindly arms against snow
they are white on white on white    ground air sky
along the sides of a country road i know so well
and i want to go there every day    at least in my mind
touch frost with my fingertips without getting burned
let the air crack into my lungs    thin and crisp like snapping twigs
but for now it's sludgy streets    red lights    walk signals
busy cafe and neon pizza signs emblazoned across the street
too many colours here  
not enough white

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