cold dropped my wandering mind
immediately into the heat of body’s center,
wind slammed my absent attention
into the here and now of walking,
clouds forecast my changed trajectory into a quieter day.
I cannot call you as before,
to register this dramatic landscape.
frozen tears are no different than ice;
sorrow chills the heart in mid-beat.
another death, and snow is falling.
another day, and you are gone beyond.
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