So Cold

A moose in the cedars
hip deep in snow
is no match for wolves.

So cold
the gears grind
and the valves stick

between heartbeats
so you can hear
the unbated huff and puff

and the groan and creak
of rafters as the sky
tries to blow the house down.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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