Last Century Thoughts in Snow Tonight

By PETER GIZZI

last-century-thoughts-in-snow-tonightThis is winter where light flits at the tips of things.
Sometimes I flit back and glitter.
.
Too much spectacle conquers the I.
This is winter where I walk out underneath it all.
.
What could I take from it? Astonishment?
I wore an extra blanket.
.
This is winter where childhood lanterns skate
in the distance

where what we take is what we are given.
.
Some call it self-reliance. Ça va?
To understand our portion, our bright portion.
.
This is winter and this the winter portion
of self-reliance and last century thoughts in snow.

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