Winters Ride

A thread connects the head to the toes

That curl under the feet from the cold.

The fingers retract in their gloved coverings

The ears stand and take the punishment

My face feels numb but the heat

Is melting the sleet

Steam comes from my neck opening

Still I move one lung many pulses

Foggy behind glasses of salty dew

Daring to sight through reductions

Of multiple magnifying droplets.

Soon, very soon, I can stop, its not far

To a warm shower, a warm drink

The best thing is to have no choice,

Weather comes and goes and I pass through.

Repair natty clothes to keep warm

Oil chain to stay quiet in snow.

Move through dim dawn clouds

And soak the brief sun rays between

Day building minutes to night.


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