Cold SnapDearest one tonight I'm the weather outside your house All electric wires iced and the stiff and singular trunks of century-standing elms pulled down People are peering through their windows holding their shoulders shivering vases of organs that they are saying such a storm where did it come from Tell them that today I saw you bend to lift a dead nuthatch from the snow a shock of rust against your hand and with one finger you stroked its head the down not yet frozen and I have been thinking all day of your gentle movement of snap and thaw and so I go on sliding my winds below your shingles making your walls buckle and groan until you open the door
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