I haven't abandoned you,
a bitter winter, and I'm
Knee deep in a misplaced tundra,
snowflakes gnaw at my fingers,
the coarse wood and cold metal
of an old shovel, it's true
we've all seen better days,
But when were they?--
you remember? and I--?
I won't forget you
when the snow melts
the streets are dry
and the squirrels come out of hiding.
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