icy drift kisses

it’s snowing in chicago
and i feel changes
it’s the season of change

leaves plastered against pavement
crumble after each step
i don’t mean it in a hopeless way
the dogs lick snow and they like it

i feel changes
feelings tingling
electrifying
tingles in my fingertips

it’s the season of change
water is spilling
out of a clear jar
but droplets haven’t touched the counter top

i feel my heart
soaring against an icy drift
only found in Chicago
windy wind
blows kisses on my face

i feel cold and then
kisses
on my face
the jar is tipping
into open space
water flows
onto marble surface

where will it land
where will it go
i feel these tinglings
these tingles in my finger tip

waiting to land
waiting to splash
all clear!
go, dash-

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