Hail | poem

You find me
on the balcony, where
we froze the sun, where
clouds made us drunk, where
I now

drop tears
on new friends, who
catch them in their mouths.

When they laugh,

the sky cracks
and your voice
carries on—a plow
through snow—after
winter’s gone.


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