There are so many days to live through…
When survival is the reckoning of warming
the feet, ankles, hands, neck and the face.
In each of these days walking, moving in them
for hours in the cold, in silence and alone,
reckoning with well, how could it be different?
Your nose constantly runs as the exchange of winter’s air
meets the internal heat making perspiration.
Your toes are fat icicles.

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