Cool winter morn

Under leafless trees

Just thinking of the morn

In this world dis-ease

Fear and discomfort

What is different

You huddle in a consort

To kill the variant

In any way you can

And the rest you silence

Oppress in the narrow strand

The real is ambivalence

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When the moments are hollow

And the wind has a knife’s edge

Tossing ice pellets like bullets

I could still walk for miles

And when the snow falls

Thick and big like quarters
falling from not-as-high

As you’d imagine that’s a moment:

Halting traffic and bundling children

Sliding down avenues

Running up hills

Pretend camps under think pines

Childhoods free candy

And snow mittens

And I look at you

From half way ‘round the world

Frozen to the house

Looking out windows

While we are children free

When the moments are full

It’s under a summer ray

Hummingbirds by a lapping shore

Hard pressed sand

Just under cold

Crystal clear Esker Lakes

Chasing minnows and tadpoles

I remember these things repeatedly

Like a flushed summer evening

Burning the pink of my eyes

With the vision of youth

Chasing that dragonfly into the woods

Into the dark woods of now

And I look at you

And wonder where you come from