The air bites at my skin I run fast in the other direction Towards a summer where the air was cold But had no teeth. It’s hard for me the breathe in it Like shattered ice cubes puncturing my lungs The light is different somehow Just as bright But filtered through the distant snow The woods a vast forest fire Spreading from coast to coast I am afraid to touch the leaves. For fear of a third degree burn.
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