in the coldest rain
socks being mops
shoes being pools
the air a literal swamp
feta ice falling fast
it kills the nose,
open ears,
close them
dont listen to the canadien spring
with nothing to learn
with everything still brown
still hidden from sight, from mind
the birds are silent and snails nonexistent
strafed water erupted
soft ground sludged
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