Toward The End Of Breath
Toward The End Of Breath
It’s Beautiful, It Really Isn’t (No, It Really is)
January 23, 2019
Deep Into January
You almost feel as if you’ll disappear, right into the cold.
Then you emerge from the other side of the wind and you’re still frozen.
But alive and stumbling across the blue salt in the shadow of January lights yet so ugly amid the yellow snow and jagged, crushed flakes which deface the path from the train to the house where the dog waits and the cat sleeps. --TK
Wednesday, January 23, 2019