frozen faces in dismissive repose

there is a sense
of palpable panic
as the temperature
falls along with
frozen flakes of snow
standing in the cold
my belt and shoes
on the conveyor
holding my pants up
as they examine each
of the tools i carry
questioning everything
as they explain that
everyone has been told
to stay off the road
the court building
filled with angry faces
chapped from the wind
three hundred souls
seeking passports to
escape this circling
hell of icy disinterest
ateries clogged with
plumes of heartthistle
billowing mist spreading
an icy shell over the
supple dismissal of
necessity in half formed
cries lost in the wind
all of us needing to
find safe passage from
winter’s dismalities

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