"February"

We are barren
we cough up smoke
and make snow angels
amid no snow
ice has been broken
to serve hungered humidity
Do you know where
went
February?

We are gasping
in process of choked sobs
we are singing praises
but not at any God
blindfold our brains
cut the moon out with scissors
rejoice when winters of old
are gone!; the wound aimed well
We held hands
Chased away
February