Sprintedon Hollow

December 9: Monday


Flurries--
ideas, images,
that will not take,
will not join together
as I would like,
will not keep
their crystal shapes
in the too-warm air--
all this day
(so far)
erratically
descend,
as, somewhere,
you,

leaving me only
a process
to sense
and pass along
for my
and your
broken dance,
my
and your
renewal.





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