ELIZABETH WEILAND ABRAMS
The Thinking Man
put down his hand
down from his chin
to the ground
to find the first
fallen snowflake
I find myself walking
sideways from the
winter cold to come
So down the rabbit
hole I go
to avoid it
swirling down
underground
creepy crawlers
demons found
further down
I venture
evergreen is
quickly becoming
my favorite color
it was sky blue
moss moist and lush
Can it birth a rebirth?

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