snow
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Little Calculus
It’s 18 degrees and I’m standing at the southbound X9 Bus stop. Can’t feel my fingers, can’t feel my toes. North and southbound lanes are on a red light. I see my bus, stopped four vehicles away. I can walk to it and get out of the cold. The east and westbound lanes on a… Continue reading
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The Weight of Beginnings
Solemnly the cold feasts on the leveling chaos, peaks of emotion in a glittery heap, teeth of ice picking clean the bones of songs played on loop yesterday and sang along to so feverishly every time but today are suddenly passé, old news. Curve of the road dipping into a view, twelve- color sunset sky… Continue reading
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Greenhouse
The wind howls like a soul lost begging to be saved from itself and the windowpane is blemished on the outside where it pressed its icy fingers and the walls tremble love, you promised me summer when you handpicked me like a flower from the eye of a perfect storm but the leaves were already browning when… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 