These are of the fleeting grounds and temporary reasons, of everafter errors in the piquent scent of cliffs eroding, semblances of stable places hinted at in water drips and comments of the prolix type beneath the sheens of ice.

These are of the colder words and bluer blooms of open eyes awake to learn the time in tiny slivers of ablated plans.

These are of the long goodbyes and of the trickled water, of promises in run-off and of somedays slowly thawed. So these, the names in frost that speak of winters unexpected, these are but the ticking hours til warmer weather comes.

#Matanuska #Alaska

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