something as dreary as the weather, as happy as the cold.

By Stan Petrovich


there they are
crackling on tv
to see, yet get no warmth from,
or is it so?
I get warmth from visionary manipulation
like you, so far away, yet so embodied in my heart;
let us go down to the sea;
let us ring in the New Year there;
let us be bold without even a touch together;
we can see the pelicans and terns,
squawking and mating freely.
the stars are bursting with faraway grief,
because they cannot see two pairs of eyes together,
squinting at them.Stars

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