salt lamp pressed against my cold heart
funny how solstice in art flourishes in closed eyes
sonder hands and words caress the unknowingness of soul
my presence begs for more
more than one person to count on
more than one bear to cry in
winter days grow longer
start later and end sooner
yule beckons whilst the ivory set coast dims
snow frosts windshields and children imitate nicotine-addicted 50 year old men
yellow street lamps dream vividly over me
dancing in crystal globes
caroline
