with a voice like <br />a clear subzero <br />middle of january morning <br />he sang, whispered <br />'wait'. Had a quality of clarity <br />about the sound <br />like the star on the horizon sharpens <br />into a constellation <br />given time. <br />when everything is now, in this moment <br />legs move faster, feet <br />tap rhythmless crazy <br />faster faster now with <br />a whirring yelp <br />yet, <br />you expect me to wait <br />cruelty suits you, <br />that soft grey coat.<br /><br />Alexzia Ferdinand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biting-winter/
