Winter Studies in Movement Poem by Gabeba Baderoon

Winter Studies in Movement



I walk in a winter midnight
and my coat catches
snow like a spray of glass slivers.
At the corner, water pipes melt
a straight line of snow under the street.
A frozen waterfall by the roadside stretches
ice into taut strings.
Our footprints traced back to the door -
movement made visible.

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Gabeba Baderoon

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