Sunday, November 7, 2010

the frost

The footing  traversed
Deep within those frosted canyons
I carried each stone; one-at-a-time
Where I built as a castle
And lost in the blowing snow
infinite self-reliance
may be impervious to the cold
But not to the depravation of poor decisions
The echoes of a wolf’s teeth
Will never sting as much
lingering ache of the frozen iron
the harpoons I taught you how to make

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