Consolation

In the dead of winter,
When it is so cold
That your eyeballs can freeze,
Oh what I would give
For a summer day,
To chase all these grey blues
So very far away;
So far away that they could not be seen,
Much less felt, so raw;
A day like that would help to melt,
It would be a welcome thaw;
Consolation
Is the lesser part
Of liberation,
But it will do,
It will do.



January 14, 2009.

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