Winter Wake

For Mark

Winter rouses aching memories.

A jeweled evergreen sprouting
in our living room.

Stars so brightly blinding
the earth becomes insensible.

Strangers to whom we once were,
our childhood emptied of every wonder
except One.

The redness of dying fingers,
fighting in the snow to stay alive.

I cannot sleep through this cold.

Michael James Fitzgerald

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