The Spring Freeze
by 
John G.Hall
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Posted: Wednesday, May 18, 2005 Word Count: 71 Summary: To be taken with a pinch of sugar.... Related Works: A Little Sacred Air • |
The Spring Freeze
the sun is cool today
light runs me through
ice grass burned white
sunday flowers dazed,
we curl in our bakery
undercover cooking
our bagel flesh softly
twisting in the glaze,
our dough loops touch
the sugar swimming out
soaking in coca darkness
we gingerly dunk and drip,
outside the noon frost bites
on the glass stemmed roses,
the morning's perma-hunger
sated by our hot comfort.
John G.Hall(C)2005
the sun is cool today
light runs me through
ice grass burned white
sunday flowers dazed,
we curl in our bakery
undercover cooking
our bagel flesh softly
twisting in the glaze,
our dough loops touch
the sugar swimming out
soaking in coca darkness
we gingerly dunk and drip,
outside the noon frost bites
on the glass stemmed roses,
the morning's perma-hunger
sated by our hot comfort.
John G.Hall(C)2005