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Tweeting Poetic
280-character micropoetry
One
Cows and bulls graze on the deadening fields,
peacefully unaware of the cold air
and the gray sky looming overhead.
Green grass turned straw-colored,
tails whipping side to side,
change is not so momentous,
change is just a commonplace element
of this short and unremarkable life.
Two
Revolver playing on the radio,
coldness creeping through every microscopic crevice
of every window of every wall.
Isn’t this always the way?
Cold, ever crafty, sneaking in as the heart tries to keep warm?
There is so much that could be said of these things,
but I’d rather listen.
Three
The warmest love on the coldest day
is the one that burns strong and steady,
one devoid of unpredictable flares,
one that cannot be extinguished.
Early winter ice and rain can chill the hands and bones,
but the warmest hearts, forged together,
can survive the dark, frigid nights.
