No blizzard in the gizzard
And so it did not snow,
did it?
This is a cuckoo winter.
I told you that
the eggshell ice,
global warmed by dice,
thrown awry, mistimed by,
the cracked buds (of May?).
But i told you that!
Didn’t i behold it so?
Didn’t I know
that the snow would go?
See now, how the new year cries,
birthing in a biting wind.
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