spring misses her step - takes a breath after the latest dizzying waltz with winter’s cold. We hold ours, only allowing hope to collect in small flurries. early morning frosts make us mistrust our inner mercury, that barometric sense we carry with us. why are we always surprised that snow and blossoms co-exist? both are preoccupied with the materiality of light. when they fall, they bring down little pieces of the sky. i will coat my tongue in their floating typography.  strange gravity, new poetry, Victoria Spires editing thewingedmoon@substack.com     

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