Today the world convinced me
that fall will fade to winter
once again, that we'll all close up
and harden with the frost,
all the shoulders in the North
tight in expectant acceptance,
bracing for the impact
that devastates us
in slow motion.
But the cold air on my face
only evokes the furnace inside,
and your body is breathing like spring.
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