The car was finally warm
I can see the warm building.
Between the two is frigid air and
icy, snowy, treacherous parking lot.
I know I need to be slow,
deliberately placing each booted foot
so as not to slip and wrench
the balance or fall and break it.
I know this in my bones and sinews.
I find myself walking faster anyway,
step wrong, feel pain of body
flying askew, slow down for a time,
but unconsciously always speed up
unless I think with every step, and that
may be impossible. It’s dangerous here.
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