silent snow deflating
and creaking internally
cracking without sound
distilling to ice
and slush puddles
where puppies no longer want to play
new jersey windchill
voices its mockery
frozen tears behind my eyelids,
freshfrozen air and my nose
in hoary debate
low punches guerilla style:
SMACK!intheface
twenty degree gustiness
sturdy trees shudder,
shrug and ache arthritically
peeling away icy layers
onions and trees are like that,
layered,
but i am not.
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