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i snowshoed acrossthe back yard to the river--view from Squirrel Crossing
if our world were ruledby peace and understandingwould we then crave war?
two feet of snow --freight train rolls on buried tracksplowing its own path
flap on the garageblowing in the wind--i'll check the mail tomorrow
lit by Polarisfifty-sixth of eighty-eight--Little Dipper
boiler kicks in--did it finally get as cold as i amor is it just bored?
sneaking into disrupt my comfort--the outside world
looking in the mirrori wonder whose face i see--where did I go?
spending timewith a loved one on his birthday--Berlin Trilogy
awakened by mewsand affectionate nuzzles--less charming than it sounds
brown when it's warmwhite in the winter:snowshoe hare
the seagull calls his flockthen harvests a clam dinnerdelivered by the sea
fully exposedvulnerability level 10:cracked open
weathered white shed --black roof absorbs the sun's rayswarming the winter