Tagged: gloves

Spring is late as we

Spring is late as we
stand outside those
glass doors, locked
at opening
hour, hungry
and counting
up every minute past its
due date, fists tucked
into gloves, hidden
in sleeves, forgiving
smiles
frozen ready
.
20140321:0835
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the rain has hands

the rain has hands
the mind knows
nothing about, a clock
ticks
as she gingerly
takes off her gloves
.
20110701:2349
y

the first half of

the first half of
February buttons
up her coat, stands
by the doorway
,
and waits for the
appropriate moment
to bow out, pulling
absently on her
cinnamon gloves
.
20110211:2222
y

winter has not been

winter has not been
charted, but
with cryogenic
gloves and nails as
sharp as ice, he is
laying down the
tracks beneath the
symmetry of
autumn turning

.
20101127:2005
y