Your florid absence overwhelms me tonight.
Petals falling fragrant to the floor in disbelief and invite
this cudgel of losses to be evidence enough
to set me to weeping.
The privileges of the snow
seem effervescent as we stare
silent, without a single sigh
into the vastness of blizzard winds.
Be brave and turn your back to the storm
while you curl in with all the flutes
and with the unlikely preditor
who will consume
your beating self.
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