Late Winter Poem no. 13

hello dust

and fragrance

of concrete

february is the kindest month, breeding

regeneration out of the cold

flicker of pulse across the wasteland

a hand outstretched towards oblivion

and your hand

we drank coffee in the terminal

and rode the train

where you felt confined and impatient

the mountains in the distance

full of judgement and snow.

(Vancouver, 2016)

 

 

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