Paranoid
through the frozen fields wolves
prowl
I walk alone in the dark
afraid of each breath
--
true to the array before us
each crystalline spark
manifests its own harmony
we must walk slowly
through this field of fireflies
to feel these darkened wings
flutter across our faces
--
and alone
randomly
seemingly
without
reason
my eyes
well up
and I
weep
deeply
for days
--
again a condensate forms on the
glass
and a fog pulsates along the back
fence
one of our cats slip between the
pink ladies
hoping for more than our safe
offering
from "Sonnet," line 10, syllables 7-10)
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