Over My Shoulder

From Refuge, 2017.

Over My Shoulder

The snow falls harder
the wind louder, the room smaller
The pattern on the carpet flickers
the colors in the knitted afghan tossed on the sofa
suddenly garish.
ashamed to be afraid
and yet ready to square off in defense of being afraid
we look at each other
the unease on one face reflected
around the circle
It’s just snow
I said
It’s just snow.


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