the frosted hazel brush gleamed
as if covered with diamonds
squirrels squirm and slip
on icy branches
a rustle in a rectangular wooden box
one pops up
jumps on the frosty ground
the gigantic cookie
overshadows
the bushy tail
glazed branches whip
strands of hair icicles
slap her face
she pulls her hat
down
over her numbed ears
stiff and indifferent
she clips and clops
eyes shift down
to the chow mein noodle ground
she tightens the belt of her coat
and fights the wind
shivering
3.14.02
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