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December 8, 2005    File under: Tapeworm

tonight so cold the city's glow is violet, not jaundice, the
sodium light shifted in hardening air now ten below, now
twelve: exhale hangs, bright, a flag of our standing, a sign

of the ice we could breathe together on the blunt bud end
of an aolanthus or forsythia, lungs' moist condensing quick
to a crystal, a prism through which cold's refracted strange:

Posted by Jake Adam York at December 8, 2005 12:03 AM