April 9, 2013

  • concrete light.

    this morning is another circle

    another pond ring rippling

    it’s snowing in that misty way

    a way that for now wont stick

    I’m up in the night as  if I’m cold

    and must walk around to warm up

    the thermostat says I must be joking

    and so

    my lights

    are on

    thoughts

    swirl

    there’s

    not a

    damed

    thing

    to do.

    but wait to

    fall again into the happy darkness.

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