solstice/

Posted on December 21, 2020December 21, 2020 by Michael Raven

night's cold finger darkness
lingers on your spine, old jack
dancing icewater
turned glass backbone
as you slide through
thin-ice cracks, glide-skating
waiting for the slow-dawn rising

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