Her name hung in the December air
As if balancing on the cloud of his breath
A breath made heavier by both
The chill
And the excitement he felt
In sounding out her name
As if it were truly his to sound out
"Vic-TOR-i-a," he puffed,
Watching with delight
As each letter formed an icicle in mid-air
And sloooooooowly
cas
cad
ed
Toward the hard, cold ground
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