frozen path

The pavement sparkles with broken glass,
the tiny jewels that Friday left behind
Stepping over a thousand winking lights,
I breathe mist before me
guiding my own way.

crisp collected coldness
barbaric comfort
harsh sweetness
helps me keep my speed,
the thought of home…

step lightly
my soles are thin.
Breathe out lightly
keep more within.

September ’09


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