Winter Melt Down
Faces are getting longer,
despite the rosy, wind-scrubbed cheeks
a dripping daylight has lost its flavor.
Tepid Malls un-freeze the warm-blooded,
except for the usual geese in the parking lot
who’ve lost all willpower to migrate.
Murky puddles block-up public restrooms,
clog rumors of any first flush
of coming Spring.
We are patient but twitchy,
fat fog-addled puffer jackets
steam on hallway hooks.
These testing times
demand more attention,
which makes for knitted brows
and longer faces
as heretofore to
mentioned.
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