Frost
Protecting shoes from the mud,
My glamour works
In frozen fractals,
Waiting for change
To unfix blankness
Into a wry smile.
Sit outside with me
For an hour and feel
The numbness.
Or stay for longer
Through the birdsong,
And watch freedom.
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