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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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Yes. Of course
Of course, Jonathan.
A line of dancing words
make mind fords
yours refreshing my odds.
Are you saying the poem sort of inspired you? If so, I am very glad! I like “refreshing my odds”!