Day drags into night
light still peaking in
through the window
dark cold thoughts
settle like icicles
hanging on gutters
you wouldn’t know
that it’s summer
and the air is easy
droplets don’t hit
snow on impact
nor frozen asphalt
they evaporate to
dusk that settles
comfortably, slowly
my mind shuts tight
brain freeze sting
I can’t hold it.
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