They are pelting me
these snowflakes flying
in the streets of Philadelphia.
Somewhere between now and then
they crash into me
blinding me
bruising my skin
with a promise.
Cruel confections
and crystal gowns
splintering
flogging the profligate wanderer;
blowing in from the south
from the sea
meeting the chill
between you
and me
the rain
slushes
the veins
and foretells
the killing
killing
winter.
Somewhere between here and there
where its raining hard
I will see you
thinly veiled
as a promise.
They are pelting me
these snowflakes flying
in the streets of Philadelphia.
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I really, really like this, maybe your best so far, Cagey. There are many good lines and images, including the contrasts between now and then, here and there, you and me, and the icy pelting, slushing, killing killing winter. Really nice.
Karen, you make me blush. Thank you for the very kind words.
I like how it contains so much emotions and thought, a bit heartbreaking in a way, it sounds like that to me but I guess I read too much into things
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