A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Frozen Flowers
Cold comfort between friends
Lemon Wedges in each drink
I pantomime a story of distress, a secret set of bones buried in a cave
But you can’t find it in yourself, or in the tundra around you
I poke around, trying to stimulate the nerve
A memory, a bad haircut, smoking a cigar on the front stairs
And there were flowers blooming above my head
The timing told them it was spring but
It froze over again over the weekend
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