Winter

The following aren’t very good, but global warming promises to heat things up at the very least.

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The winter rots

In long shadows,

Seeding familiar pots

Of strange sorrows.

A bike emerges

From the snow;

Croci scourges –

The grass needs a mow.

Where has winter gone?

I am caught in eternal summer.

Look – there swims a swan;

My hands feel much number.

What am I to do, feel, and understand

If all there is is this wet then dry then wet land?

*

She coughs

Fumes like diesel

As the city punches

Against falling teeth.

The car shakes

And she coughs again.

The wheel is too cold to touch.

*

Two strangers sit

At a bus stop

Waiting for the day

To begin

While their breaths

Make physical love

To one another

In public –

Mixing, swaying, fondling

Until they penetrate the other’s

Mouth in violent, starving

Life-giving inhales.