Poetry Jonathan Greene Poetry Jonathan Greene

Cold

I don’t feel much when
the snow and ice come
because these veins
have been drinking
cold water every day
in the shadow of light

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Nothing

Sometimes you have to
fold in on yourself and
curl into a small ball
in an oversized blanket
and just sleep into it

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Poetry Jonathan Greene Poetry Jonathan Greene

The Cold Side of the Pillow

The cold side of the pillow
is only a reminder of the
choices I continue to make
that suit where I am at
this point in my life as
an older gentleman
who is much more
comfortable in the cold

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Poetry Jonathan Greene Poetry Jonathan Greene

Slow Mornings

Weekends are time to
peddle softly into a
wide open field of grass

Unmade beds mirror
mussed morning hair
and rumpled sheets

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