Challenge
The seasons of your life
Poetry or prose
Frozen Hourglass
Bitter cold necroses fingers and toes
Tips of noses that used to sniff tulips,
Wrinkle at the sight of bees and trash,
Bury in pubes every once in awhile
When hot girl summer allowed some fun
Amidst the studying and books and grades.
The falling leaves and sullying, chilly rains
Gave some experience to slipping on ice,
Yet nothing prepared for the cracked soil
Never to yield another tulip or blade of grass
Or tree where we climbed and giggled again.
The frozen globe that I traverse alone,
Occasionally getting glimpses of stained glass
Scenery like the sunsets, the ice-cream stand,
The beach in October then again in July,
The last kiss we shared beneath the sherbert sky
As the stars appeared and that summer ended
And the eternal winter set in and buried us.
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