Crystal

Crystal awaits winter moon,

final glance at high noon

before Crystal’s chrysalis; cocoon

 

Unexpected swoon,

she blinks in June afternoon sun,

counts the battles that winter won

 

Scarred landscape, clot cream, cut Crystal

She reaches slowly for the pistol

 

Cross bridge, clip clop, cream clots

Hammer, thumb

She reaches the winter that would never come

She has won

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