You're walking in snow,
knowing you knowthat you're heaving breath,
that your feet sink with each step,
that your face gets raw from cold.
Watch your lungs make clouds.
Listen to wind stir trees
and see it tease
boughs into dumping snow.
A deep blue, black-headed
Steller's jay lands on a liberated
branch. And cack-cack-cackles.
This small unclothed, unshod
creature finds hilarity in snow
You do not.
Do not.
Just don't.
hans ostrom 2025
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