Showing posts with label In the Cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In the Cold. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

In the Cold

In the Cold

In the cold, your body clenches, grips itself.
The cold slows every process,
thickens liquid and makes movements heavy.

The cold can clarify, strip the haze
and fuzzy edges from your vision.
Clean, cold lines remain. Regardless,

we move. Our digits stiffen in the cold,
grow pawlike.We go slow and make little
noise, as when trying not to wake a person we love.
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