a shudder runs through hunched shoulders
while the weather winds blow uncommonly colder
finding them while they sleep, finding them where they sup;
winter is hesitant, inttermittent, hidden and spent,
yet reluctant to give you up.

the late winter sky is black and blue and fades slowly
like the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk behind you,
spring suns hide in shadows flung wide on the walls
of the brick building…and i am left with questions no less chilling:
Have i been found wanting…or just less than willing?

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