drifts of ice
21 May 2005
Heart
A room
Without heat
The carpet damp
Underfoot
Where the rain
Has come in
The smell
Of mice
And mildew
In the air
A clarinet
In pieces
On the
Floor
Each moment
A moment of grace
How can the heart
Feel so warm
When the skin’s
So cold?
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