Ohio in winter a tent of grey pitched
on vacant blue limbs curling like smoke Stinging cheeks, nostrils Stiff ground, stiff knees, both unyielding Ohio in winter sticks to your eyelashes, runs down the inside of your glasses The naked beauty of ohio in winter overwhelms the shallow spring nest of my heart I can not take you in as you would have me, as peers meeting on the road Soft flesh barricaded in strata of wool and down To protect whom, you or me?
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