Do the Math

these shadows, how
will I know where to find
corners to coax me to believe
in light?

Snow squalls
burn through the day.
Crashed semis in flames.
It’s a miracle no one dies
out there.

this dark winter,
miracle can’t be the
science we follow to beat this

Stop the
dying. So much
depends on words that fail.
They sink straight to the bottom as
ice forms

My vote is my
vow is my voice as it
gets entangled with others to

one long
disturbance that spreads as
ripples to awaken water

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