This young chrysanthemum
crisp as a chrysalis
frozen in the tip of a wet dripping icicle.
Her static silence crackling outwards.
Vibration free.
Growth within the emptiness.
Blossom has come to change.
We leave.
this time, leafless.
Paw prints in the white out,
percolate.
In the cold
our breath levitates,
permanent.
A cause of insurmountable difference.
A cricket's lisp
will always go unnoticed.
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