winter thought
Just Below Zero
written Feb 6, 2022
a thaw
is an illusion
no, it's evidence of time
the thing we call
(it never comes)
a few
shifting snows
boots full of slush
(no gratitude for the ride home)
i think of my heart
and feel it twinge a little
in my mid-life
chest
sitting up alert to being thought of
momentarily
dissolves into the cooling
numb
soles of feet always
the words escape
the dreams no longer cute -- or dreamy
watch it over and over again
I don't want to write this but a written word is not a reality -- only
a snapshot
of frost before
the inevitable: a thaw
is an illustration
no it's a live wire hanging
from the storm-bent tree
neighbour's stupid contractor
attempts detachment
and crushes a railing, some stairs
convinced of his ability
(soles of feet cooling
words coming out in
the wrong order).
fear tactics thaw the gills
hidden behind
that emboldened heart
remember when we were....
remember the water?....
remember us?.....
says the slush in my boots.
Lucy Rupert
February 6, 2022
Toronto
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