A Story Told
I want to tell a story.
Of a cold earth, a wolf and a winter sky.
It's about isolation and that
soft kind of anguish.
Told in the smell and warmth of a bitter black bean
on a cold morning.
Will I ever learn to make just a half a pot of coffee?
A story - Yes.
Of a cold earth, a wolf and a winter sky.
It's about lonliness and the plight of a single snowflake.
Told in the hesitation of taking in that next breath--
At a check-out line, stop light, ATM, break room.
It's a story about void and the soft crunch
of a wolf's foot on freshly fallen snow.
Told in the acceptance of distant, hallow,
lost gazes and shallow smiles.
It's a story told. And done to death....
Authored in a howl and the crackling of winter trees.
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