she is wrapped up
in her hood and sweatshirt.
winter lingers,
so cover your hair.
discover her uncertainty
masked under laughter.
the sunset blinded everyone tonight.
the snow turned pink.
if you run, you will only slip--
be careful.
wear yellow.
catch the drops from
the icicles on your porch
and keep them in an old juice bottle.
label it: Winter Cries.
develop film of memories you wish you had
on your Sunday mornings.
be wary:
her stories are too well-written
to be right.
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