Late at night when the air
is cold and the ground has been warmed.
Crystal white storms
around you. Cutting
the lines and curves
of your body. Left dank
and unable to see. You’re in a fog.
Excerpt from An Ode to the Clouds

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Late at night when the air
is cold and the ground has been warmed.
Crystal white storms
around you. Cutting
the lines and curves
of your body. Left dank
and unable to see. You’re in a fog.
Excerpt from An Ode to the Clouds