one shakes off
the droplets of pewter sky and
the dog-damp air settling in cracks and
the iridescent fairy dust of adolescent longing
because now
powder puff snowbanks have given way
to faded crevasses shade-flooded and
rimmed with quicksilver
how is one to live
when golden lines of poison goose-step
down boulevards of half-remembered dreams?
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: Public Domain
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