frost perches on washing line       whispers to my arms

morse code settles and braille is body's feel

read clearly      it winks to blood and will flow

up where thoughts hide      it feeds praying mantis and dragonfly

hair is a mess but flying things love it also double taking looks

flit through strands      this way and that       there is the lemonmoon

that brothers watch and it calls to arms all that are weak

embrace its cold and hold it to this chest     it cools the hot heart

it cools the hot heart that burns for love's sake that burns under the creamy moon

that burns for splinter and scrap (all is smoke and mirror)

that burns for words spoken though not

in heart      burn on

frost will perch once more     spry      all welcome     

all cool and welcome

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