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The winter wind nags at me
Burning at my bones
When I dare walk
against her;
Offended that I deem
myself
A worthy adversary
She tosses this
scarf across my face
Mocking me, my gall:
Go
inside where you belong!
Her grating voice
comes at me
Up from the icy
pavement
Rushing snow my way
Cylindrically,
Playing games
She's bound to win.
photo: M. Hébert
sculpture, Leo Mol
2 comments:
This is wonderful. Now I need to take a walk while the wind is still howling.
You like the dare, huh?
Thank you.. I'm glad you enjoyed.
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