Monday, February 13, 2012

Winter Chronograph: 150



Winter Chronograph: 150

This morning a piss-drizzle of sleet onward to rain.
And now, at sunset, a postcard-blue sky over
rising coyotes and the sun's painting rocks blood-brick.
You feel like a dish of pawed almonds at the front desk
of an hourly rate motel: maybe all love is on the rebound.

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