Oct 2019
It snows and keeps on snowing.
It is late October, not mid-March.
Ice ages of the moment, you left
me frozen and in chunks. My
home is the gulags of your
leaving, no longer your
embrace that was my warmth.
Sixty below is beyond
bitter, but nothing is as cold
as winter of the heart.
It is late October, not mid-March.
Ice ages of the moment, you left
me frozen and in chunks. My
home is the gulags of your
leaving, no longer your
embrace that was my warmth.
Sixty below is beyond
bitter, but nothing is as cold
as winter of the heart.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights activist his entire adult life.
(80/M/Boulder, CO)
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