Thaw Clause

Frozen shut for months,
a gate begins to swing. She swallows,
breathes in warming air. Time
to speak up again. Letters taste as foreign

as rusted hinges
and shallow pools
of sweet brine. So many alphabet
flavors to acquire.

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