"I can feel you winter, I can feel you coming."
I whispered into the cold dark night. However,
I don't think winter heard me. The wind stole
the words from my mouth, jumbled them up
and sent them careening haphazardly to a
place where winter was nowhere to be found.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
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