(for j)

the same way you can feel it
in your raw knees
before December's first storm
hits, i cower with my
singing wrists by sunrise, hoping
for a softer landing

the same way i inhale
a breath of solid winter
bound by the toughest pine, you
exhale the longest hint
of Spring, tapping out the unknowable
shapes of my bent heartbeats
.
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