(29 July 1874 – 1 September 1915 / Cathedrals)

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Frost Fire

Toes deaden.
Breath smelts to lead.
Hot needles dance in fingers.
Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.
The fire swaggerswith logs
andwith a shrivela crack
a satisfactionyour simmer heart
sips
from high in the skya seething sleep.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012


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