IF
YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE, WHY WOULD YOU GO OUTSIDE
tombs
of ice
breaths
of sleet
rain
hat hair
a
weight to oxygen
strengths
in fog
white
lined beards
the
dogs asleep beside me
a
sleeping bag, hardwood floor,
a
sweatshirt and a gunshot hole
icicled
glass
thin
breaks in the wood
a
path of frozen
frost
in the eaves
solid
breathing
liquid
breathing
Brown Dog & Man with Gun -- Stuart Cumberland
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