2011-1
I found you ina snow-deep field,
more tottery than a
colt, your eyes
wide, as if all
your secrets had
been stripped.
I stomped the
snow down, sheltered
you from the sharp
eyes of the wind,
dropped coat across
your shoulders and
your heart, in the
hope you might find
warmth again.
I awoke early one
morning, to stoke
the stove, found my
breath hanging in the
air, realized there was
silence and the back
door was cracked open.
There was no longer
you, only fresh
snow melting on
the tiles.
Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-06-29 at 03:16
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