Cold Snap

daniel on Jan 16th 2009

Apartments sigh steam,
moving to fairer climate perhaps.
Flick, the stubby flame dies,
flick, it gutters again.
A road glitters brine and
the remnants of sky.
Three blankets, difficult
to get up from under.
The shortest days, perversely
angled toward toward sunlight.
Snap, snap, snap, our breath
falling to the ground.

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