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
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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