February
By Jack Collom
It is all kind of lovely that I know
what I attend here now the maturity of snow
has settled around forming a sort of time
pushing that other over either horizon and all is mine
in any colors to be chosen and
everything is cold and nothing is totally frozen
soon enough
the primary rough
erosion of what white fat it will occur
stiff yellows O
beautiful beautifully austere
be gotten down to, that much rash and achievement that
would promote to, but
now I know my own red
network electrifying this welcome annual hush.
Dear Jack C's February
by Britta Kallevang
this was exactly ugly and you forgot
that you neglect there then the innocence of sun
has stirred up inside dispersing a precise event
pulling this one under neither polar direction but nothing was yours
out only one hue given but
nothing was warm, still everything was somewhat melted
now, now
a secondary smooth
accumulation of that black air won't happen
liquid reds X
terribly, terribly ebullient
was left up to, this little indifference and failure this
won't demote to, yet
eventually you forgot the other’s yellow
fragmented numbing that unwanted perennial scream
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