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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David Colodney

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Like Winter

People – with their daily trivialities, texts, and snapchats –
march past her like mummy-wrapped metronomes
while she sits alone on a splintered bus bench,
blowing into the lid of a Starbucks frap,
debating whether to stay there until she becomes hardened
like the pavement, wooden like the bench,
or just another icicle dangling in a loveless marriage.