I skate round the cold,
About the edges.
My spyglass hunts for a selection
of bold and useful connection.
I circle the distance
between the figures
and sip on that which is hot and
ignites my senses.
A snow rabbit squats at guard,
and I am hiding away a pocket-full of gatherings.
©-Sonja J Phinney 1982
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