White Noise – Gari Eberly

your lips are moving but everything else is lost

in tendrils of cool fog

and I open my mouth to speak, but my words are

left frozen in my throat.

I choke.

and then the moment dissipates into a million iced

dewdrops balanced on grass before imploding

like a snow squall breaking over a hillside in a flurry

of white and noise and we are lost in it;

fumbling madly for leverage, for direction in

a place where there is none.

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