This was, just like any winter, curiously
Just like every other winter in that
It was different enough from last year
That we felt the way that weather worked had changed.
This year snow fell but did not land,
Dusting my shoulder a softer color.
The taste in my mouth was my own breath,
Jacket hood pulled over hair
With nose beneath the collar.
Each underarm was over warm
And dampening beneath the layers
As I walked from my house, streets away,
Towards the destination shivering
Quietly
