Shadorma #43

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So weary
of ice-crunch beneath
my big boots;
let clear rain
come punching down to break it–
a small price to pay.

skat@2019

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Shadorma #42

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Another
Cold grey winter morn
Since you passed
Days ago
Our family story’s told—I’m
the last of the line.

skat@2019