The harbor has frozen
over as cracks in
the ice thunder loud
as a broken heart
swallowing us whole
looking up from below
the solid undertow
as mountains of snow
gather on the horizon
marching closer to
where it all began
in the dead of winter
beyond yesterdays
of mind toward
the nearness of you
as ill winds steal
great moments of
pleasure that should
be ours and spring
remains a distant dream
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