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Winter Storm

Chuck Baker
Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada



Here, in this December prison,
Blizzards blur the view.
Icy winds slap
Snow against the frosted face
Of glass, where cold blue lips
Press flesh against the pane,
And even the sound
Of her own name
Can't insulate
Her from the enemy.

She has memorized the cliff.

A slash of the soil,
A gash in the ground,
Earth banked up fifty feet
On either side-a wound
That won't scar
Over smooth stones below,
Where cold blue
Lips against the shore,
And even the lap
Of waves can't drown
Out chaos below.

She steps outside.

Here, in this December prison,
Blizzards blur the view,
Icy winds slap
Snow against her frosted face
Of glass, where cold blue lips
Press against the pain,
And even the clutch and grab
Of snow can't keep her
From the edge.

She steps out.

A slash of the soil,
A gash in the ground,
Earth banked up fifty feet
On either side-a wound
That won't scar
Over smooth stones below,
Where cold blue lips
Press against the plain,
And even the swirls
Of snow can't blot out

A white sheet black with blood.


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