the shallow excuses of literalists intricate and pretty a frosted window a garden at dawn in stasis potentially dangerous to buds and immaturity hanging with spiders’ webs by a thread because in the night we said so icy echo of a moment’s breath isolated out of context of breath’s agenda penetrating from the surface a cold carapace real temporary winter - death haunts the skin lingering when gone as we jog along in fullness to the reprise of the sun A.H (18th&20th April 2022)
a revision that’s come quickly, toni