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My Snowy Intentions

My snowy intentions
froze my hands
on this otherwise spring April day
chasing me inside, to the warmth
of my thoughts, and the coffee, steaming hot
with the idea
that I almost was alone
in this great big wide world
with no one to share my fingers, freezing?

I cast off my coat
and let the warmth take me away
to other seasons, kinder and yet
harboring the thought
that there was someone, somewhere
outside of my line of sight
who shared my snowy intentions
or, at least could warm my frosty fingers

Somewhere

Denmark, 18 April 2017. 0 degrees Celsius. Just before it snowed.

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