Speak to me
you say. Your cold hands
grasp mine and
You are Winter. We walk on.
Forced pairing. Not friends.
I thought I’d see how
you made out
on your own.
Now we’re at full count. Next pitch –
you have to hit it.
6 thoughts on “Shadorma 155-156”
That first one!
Yes. I’m feeling it even more this year. Not friends.
I like the ambiguity of the second one. Who is watching who? (K)
I always think things are reciprocated or else balanced in some way. It’s the ratio that can be of such interest in its variations.
There is certainly plenty of unintended reciprocity although I never thought about it before. Nicer than many unintended consequences.
Ever since I was very young it seemed obvious to me that this is a push pull universe and there is no one with a permanent upper hand. Part of the excitement of living, part of the fearfulness of it!
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