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Four days of goodbut imperfect coffee, and now—Aeropress again!
empty roombare walls bounce voicesvoices voices
walkingfigures of eight around the ballroomafraid to stop
a little bit of grace:Gandalf dies in his arms --the dooms of love
in the pre-dawn hushthe regional hospitalis barely awake
grocery shoppingduring flu seasononly exhaling
winter exercise:walking for miles in the kitchenlistening to books
Wolf Moon brought snow --at a distant farm standsits my sourdough breadMick Jones scream-sings in my head:"Should I stay or should I go?"
in his final breathnot a lifetime of shiningjust a shimmer
avocado plantthriving during a harsh winterin the basement
in the nightonly the sound of a mousemaking her nest
pink flagpoking through the snow—Spring will bring clover
bubbles burstbelow the ice--frozen lake
winter's frostobscures the worldbehind the glass