Everything That Is Missing

Dead of winter,
ice storm coating
the limbs of our lives
in sleet.  It is all heavy
and cold.

The air is still
inside the apartment,
our bodies with a sense
of restlessness, unfounded.

The globe light emits
a brighter flame than the rest,
the sound of a rampaging
microcosms falling through the air.

A lone ladybug
lost outside its season
on a kamikaze mission
to heat the core
of everything that is missing.

Aleathia Drehmer 2013

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