Alula

[skyisacanvas]

A streetlight is feathered in ice.  Niagara falls billows in cold clouds.  His hands in his pockets, his breath waving with comma wings through the air.  He does not follow the paragraphs of footsteps in the snow.  He makes his own.   Even the horse shoes in the river are not as eager to make an impression as him.

Comments

[nickbattista]

why not me, Eric, why not me?

[skyisacanvas]

What?

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