Slow Poem 3

Cold

Clouds floated out in the frigid air every time the dogs barked.
Her boots crunched the ground. It hurt to be outside, her eyes
cast down as she walked, counting each step.
She wanted to know why.
The ice crackled as she stepped onto the frozen lake
and began to undress,
the dogs looking on from the distance.

-Collaboration with Sunshine from Art, Art, Bo Bart