11-30-2023, 03:31 PM
Dead wood is stacked beside the fire
on hard earth, the cold is silent
but for the crackle.
I am curled in a makeshift shelter
thatched with brown pine, hands tucked in armpit
in a second hand coat beneath a blanket of stars,
breathing steam into dry air.
The only water left is snow,
and every empty food package
has been licked clean.
on hard earth, the cold is silent
but for the crackle.
I am curled in a makeshift shelter
thatched with brown pine, hands tucked in armpit
in a second hand coat beneath a blanket of stars,
breathing steam into dry air.
The only water left is snow,
and every empty food package
has been licked clean.