Dark winter presses its cheek
against her window spying
with closed eyes
into a room that
no one would know
is night-time
the white walls and white lights
lie the cold away.

every part of her believes it
but her feet.
pressing the cold calloused soles
of her feet together

No, they are lost Colonies
In a flat world
Trying to make
Sustenance from sawdust.
With no savages on the shore.