We march, animatronic yetis waiting
for our moment
that dream of love and melting:
the world moves different in the cold –
Category Archives: 2022
no. 53
What passes, washed with rain? Lines carved
by summer winds sealed by winters erased
with dread and a movie-made
sense of romance.
no. 52
Late autumn snows cover burlesque tree limbs
then melts like midnight inhibition past mid-day