It was coming br br the cold front br and the complex weather br br we returned br and the difficult loves were waiting br br the long conversations br with pain in the final sentences br br winter br gathering her parcel for the victory br br stones, feathers, bottles br brimming with light br br the troops br breaking in through the syllables br br the empty cups br sitting before us in the snow br br this br like all the others br br a lullaby br br a few grains of salt at the centrebr br David Brooksbr br