Point Blanket

When air shivers and morning
huddles far away and alone,
past steadfast hallway clocks,
beyond refrigerators.
Something will be there.
Long after the shushing of falling snow ends
and the busy whispering of stars subsides,
breath heavily
onto the frosted windows
to watch.

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