What Happens Next
Another night with the frost,
she says, and you’ll know
the half-life of cold.
Which is not to say enjoy,
or pity, or pretend.
It is the sheath of God’s
gaze, an unsuspected lump.
The harvested curse.
You grasp what happens next.
“What Happens Next” first appeared here in November 2017.
O at the Edges 
You convey adeptly an inevitable “next” – the sense of no choice.
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The “next” is indeed inevitable, even if we have no choice.
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