A boil builds beneath his rimless frames.
The boy is all that’s shared within their home.
The car is warm, stilling wicked winter.
Perhaps, it fades along the drive away.
The boy becomes entranced by gates of snow.
Inside a queen or clown or beast surrender
to energy that cooks to cure her gray.
A boy eats breakfast, then she is alone.
A man and woman visit end of May,
but words don’t explain what’s taken from her.
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