longingly
the final flake falls softly
like an umlaut in a language
other than German
four frozen fingers search
with their boon companion, the thumb, for
a lost key to the door in your mind
that's been locked for a thousand years
filled with red-eyed, white rabbits
the size of hair salons
under this blanket of white
we are all doomed to happiness
we are all blessed with anguish
like an umlaut in a language
other than German
four frozen fingers search
with their boon companion, the thumb, for
a lost key to the door in your mind
that's been locked for a thousand years
filled with red-eyed, white rabbits
the size of hair salons
under this blanket of white
we are all doomed to happiness
we are all blessed with anguish
OK, let me just say, since no one else has commented, that this is a cool poem. I assume Riley wrote it, but it's cool either way.
ReplyDeleteI concur.
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