shaking in the moonlit cold
again i’m a child in a woolen hat
the clouds are coming quickly
the dark woods an anxious mirror
i imagine your flashlight an old lantern
swaying as you approach
footsteps between the trees
crunching leaves and snow
small branches smack you cursing
passing headlights reveal
a bleeding scratch on your cheek
i wipe with my thumb and kiss it
the car is warm and quiet
with your frigid hand
on my leg as i steer
through a snowflake starfield home
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