Winter Pocket

Here in the pocket
of what’s left of winter
the sky falls farther down
a little bit
every day
like the sag of
old coat linings
and the snow
in the cracked bird bath.

The weather is
slush in gutters
and dirty-piled snow.

The sun is
as dry as old lemons.

We dig for
the lost dimes
at the bottoms of our purses
and spend laundromat afternoons
waiting for wet wool
to dry.

The fluorescent light
on the night bus
casts green shadows
across our eyes.

There is
wet grit
on the back stairs.

We are dog-sick.

Lost in cough.

– Copyright Kay Winter

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2 thoughts on “Winter Pocket

  1. Jennifer says:

    Love the sun/lemons image.

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