• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 01

Hold

Everything's covered in white,

as if the pages of an unwanted draft
had been torn

overnight.

The cold air silent until a child
squeals with excitement

at the sight of snow,

as if a rainbow had reached out
beyond its gold

to hold his small, mittened hands;

as if it turned around to show me
here's another blank page,

here's your poem.

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