A ladybird in winter

Radiators thaw you
to a surprise of snow,
and sliding out two glass wings
you lift and flit and kiss

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hard the window’s cold lip.
Tiny spiders run scared
of your scale, pray to be flies –
but you see only white:

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aphids of men and dogs.
Internal clock buggered,
no time to waste, you challenge
the physics of this dream.