By Mal Muratori

 

A fog came in over the lake

Like a deep sigh in the cold night air

It’s breath crystallized on the trees it was so cold

Some days I think the sky gets jealous of the air in our lungs

Maybe that’s why each breath is a battle

Inhale

Jealousy

Exhale

Crystals.

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