Wintering (4)

three-thirty, the sky already / dimming and the temperature / now to regret the trousers’ thin cloth, the forgotten scarf and the face / the face must carry it / as it seems to seep / strike bone with a shudder / and quickening steps, quickening to shed, to set it down, to shake it off like a dog / emerging from a pond and though the water flies / the dog remains wet and so you / you unlock the door and step into / and still you bear it / oh and night, so near, so long

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