Add Venturing to My List of Skills

I am sick of winter

a season redolent of cat piss and skeletons

where devil trees flay

the ground humped with snow

and spiked with moonish icicles

I spool on my boots

open the shudders whining frozen tears

venture my way outside

air crystallizes in my eyes

as I tiptoe tread on loaves scattered

among cascading glittered traps

all seeded with caraway

feet sinking like swords into

the damn nasty sponge of earth

I will never make it to town

at this rate I cry, skipping

faster and snow blind.

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