Midsummer, Tobago- Derek Walcott
This is a pastoral improv of the form the Walcott uses.
Winter, Chicago
Wide frost-flavored lake.
White cold.
A grey sky.
A monumental bean,
mirroring icicled people
from the neighboring states
and cities in January.
Breath I have seen,
Breath I have gasped,
Breath that vanished, like spring,
in my daffodil garden.
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