Frost, Australia


I was not disturbed
but soft-woken,
by her dusted frost,
blown from England,
as I was slow-coached
from behind her bare
pane-press of chills,
waking to a cold face:
Risen to climate’s change
in New South Wales;
it reduced my thin
expectation of clothing.


 

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