1994-ish. I was not yet twenty-five.

Living at Winter

living at winter

alone with snow

in the bleak light

in the balked warmth


speaking fewer

in the hushed tumble

estranged from haste


living at winter

with chill for friend

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Written on 2022-09-27 at 09:38

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Atmospheric, and the sincerity of youth comes through.

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Being estranged from haste may be a worthwhile pace if we have been amply prepped for it. The suddenness could be jarring as well without that transitional process of deceleration. I remember my Pop decelerate so gracefully we couldn't tell when it happened.