Flowing passed, ice shrouded
corpses, of cows, spirited along
by torrents of rushing river,
we walk, through drifts of
garbage- looking, almost
redeemed, through glacial covering.
Cars float by, eerily inhabited
by the twirling water, swirling
within empty seats. Thick arbors, of
ice adorn trees above, guardians
from the falling snow, along the encrusted
road, meandering- tripping, over
pebbles, bottles, bloodstained iron
that now, litter this forgotten
road. Eye focused
on the gray, seeking solar ways,
a snowflake dips,
into the eye- blinking,
winter weeping, dimpled rubies,
closing the door. Memory cast,
into dark waters, of
winters, long passed.

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