Snowman

A poem

Photo by Jonathan Knepper on Unsplash

We turn around.

The sound:
wind whistles through the metal.
Physicality and fatality.

To the right from where I’m standing,
to the left from there.
Fingertips so cold,
they misrecognize our supremacy.

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