Rex Pollard: ‘Winter Wax’

Winter Wax

It settled like a wintered wax.
I could have touched those lives.
My youth and beauty would have moved them …
But I cast no shadow, nor pale silhouette.
So my hands stayed ice,
Stilled like wintered wax.

What tests this urban myth,
How do I know that “Love is all,”
Cold heart?

It whispers when I’m still,
For I recall,
Those childhood summer moments,
When my heart flowed free,
And every breath was new.
World, how I revelled, how I lifted,
In the thrill, this mystery!
Before the winter wax took hold of me.

Rex Pollard

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