dear lord

hear one word
throat tight and strained
a cloud overhead amongst
the cerulian unseen.
last night you snowed
me in springtime state of mind
the bitter cold comfort food
for thoughts unbidden
i come back and again
pale purple toenails
in the icy melting tracks
from leaving home
tell me again, i come back
and again see the cloud
one sky imposed between
wishes. make thanks to
hear one word.


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