Jody Azzouni

Poetry

Second Frost

Originally published in Tight 6:4, 1996
Added 1/16/2018
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Second Frost

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

The temperature

drops; a minor key whistles

by. Wind is the enemy now,

hope a coat flapping

unerringly. If the dead give

advice: patience is a virtue,

tomorrow a habit; the igloo

small, asylum against the

continual whip of the second hand.