timber

the sunlight – washed, rung out by the winter cold
you drug in the nicotine from your cigarette, it
rumbled inside your skeleton, turning over the engine
getting it to run, spitting out the exhaust of
20 years of tar clattering around in your frozen lungs

tree branches popped off tree trunks, leaping like
rifle gun shots into the air, birds scramble from
the tree tops, scared chatter from their lips
slip across the ice and fade into the frost
our eyes stopped, lost in vacant stares

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