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Wait For Me
by ellen
After reading Winter Morning Walks
written during recovery from cancer
which included avoiding sun
by walking before sunup.
This hungry little piece of darkness
—Ted Kooser
His book of poems lies closed
But leaves me broken open
Bitten by the hard teeth of winter
Ted Kooser exposes himself
To bone-rattling wintry weather
Fierce wind that does not daunt him
It isn’t simple to see
With great appreciation
A life that may freeze
I stumble to grasp
How bluster and blizzard
Are not metaphors
Ice on willows
Snow-broken branches
Strewn on paths
Cold blue clings
like death’s breath
The new moon’s no help
I fall behind and slip
In the missing moonlight
Hey Ted, wait up
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