and we s l i d e
into January
like jazz saxophone
sad distant meandering
snow underfoot
and icy wind stiffening masks
covering noses and mouths
but this Coltrane
feeling will fade
as time’s arrow heads for spring
and a poke in the arm
that may let us sing together once more
harmonies washing souls
and waking soles
into a dance of togetherness
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