hoarfrost sheets

hoarfrost sheets

of frozen lace

drape the dormant soldiers

on Gate Avenue

and tinkle, tinkle

in the northern dark

like crystal memories

of Lara’s Siberia


tinkle, tinkle

sleeping gray soldiers

I see your cold breath

through the hoarfrost sheets

of frozen lace

and hum

her theme briefly

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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