Dancing on coals 
as red as frostbite 
will ignite 
the forgotten lessons 
that formed 
like ice particles 
in our warm breath 
that day 
when we sang 
by the church 
joining hands 
with the dark 
and the empty 
as we hungered 
for comfort and heat 
yet fumbling 
with numb fingers 
traded our 
worn scarves 
to strangers 
for gratitude. 
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