perspective

january
and cold, too
panting
hot breath
slapping bitter wind
head on
but the blue birds
they are dancing
up the fence
whose line
creates my path
they leap
then land
always staying
three posts ahead
blue birds
spring birds
because polar for me
may be balmy for you

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