Winter Morning To-do List

Poem No. 162

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Winter Morning To-do List

You will grow old and die
but first, today, you must
press a palm to the frosted window
and burn an absence there
in the shape of your hand,
using nothing more
than the mere fire
of your existence.

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I really like the central image in today’s poem. The absent hand on the frosted window strongly evokes childhood for me. And its invocation of fire near the end is reminiscent of the final line of last week’s poem, so it felt right to post them back-to-back.

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Thanks for reading.

Chat again soon,
~ A

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