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Frost –

and a menacing of roads,

the white glass of this house blent to its pallor –

sun, cup and liquescent kettle,

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the still uncertainty of the sitting kitchen.

We, frost-bound, last till the sun wrings breaches, rings

frost.

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Written by Jonathan Finch

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