chill winter

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

crow wolf shutters stutters
clack blind falling_
meat in gristle gears &
plastic ground to dust
a whisper on wind
a ghost of a breath
shim sliding past ribs
lungs frozen frost, all
on a chill winter night
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