In the Lion's Den
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Veins
Cold arteries
break down
to dry capillaries
Now nothing pulses
in the limb
veins end in
a cloudy embrace
Skyward reaching
stillness tolls
the noontime hour
A dash of frozen dust
falls from the web
of vessels
Until spring.
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