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The cold came all at once

skin felt alert and endless

blades of coward yellow

and lucky green

perked up to the sky

like hair standing up

which I remember but cannot see

I am alive but stock-still

I am awake yet eyeless

I’m but drafts and questions

and the grass you walk on.

Consider your lack, I said

against my backbone

before you ask of me       again.

I’ve beat down mountains

to bring you valleys

Sturdy my middle name.

But do you know me

or love me in full?

 

On the way home

I wrote that poem

None to praise my mind

This happens all the time.