12-26-2021, 04:42 PM
Darker
than the iris
February spoke
in knots ‘round the night.
Snowflakes fall
into the arms of a street light
becoming fluorescent and orange
becoming embers
for a moment.
The metal bodies
of buses and cars
cackle, burn oil
and pass.
Cold cheek of the year turning,
soon, soon, all feet will be washed
than the iris
February spoke
in knots ‘round the night.
Snowflakes fall
into the arms of a street light
becoming fluorescent and orange
becoming embers
for a moment.
The metal bodies
of buses and cars
cackle, burn oil
and pass.
Cold cheek of the year turning,
soon, soon, all feet will be washed