Don't you hate it when poems you've shown other people turn out to
be....crap....I owe you all this revision....and that's all I'll say on the
matter...
Winter, Paris, 2007
Her winter clothes are drawn
closed in cold city sunlight,
even though she is counter-lit
by paris and its faults and warmth
So many here go cold -
I tell her, don't fall,
and she listens for a moment,
then hopes. then loses hope.
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