tethered to a frozen
pole on first day
of winter

north wind’s got a dry
sense of humor,
no clemency..

for those lost
in throes,

i’d look up but
tongue’s
stuck,

harder i pull, the
worse tissue
rips and

sharper i shriek
at helper
team,

here to offer aid
though the
snickers

behind shields
of fingers

now scraping under
my last layer,
soon..

i’ll start
seeing stars,

‘less i find my
way out
of

blind boy tunnel
caving under
weight

of its own
snow..

tethered stiff
to frozen
pole.

Grumpy Gorman
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