in folding silence leaning against the minutes    
flooding towards a panoply of appointments  
seeking to be free free and clear clear of the pack
skating away on thin blue ice cracking in cold
air slicing the light inhaling the winter sky
free free at last for a moment for a sparkling 
second before the world tilts into gray twilight 

(Words and images Copyright 2016© by Michael Kallstrom) 

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