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through blinding whitenessa blackbird cloud reminds me:winter isn't death
unlike rural Mainea rooster often woke mein my mid-city home
Canada geese --many migrate farther southsome stay in Maine
at grandfather's houseemanating from his poresthe stench of death
a row of pine treesdecorated by winter --snow-painted landscape
two cats sleepingwashing machine spinningsnow blowing sideways
finding the lightunseen in the mirrorthere in your eyes
waking to the soundof a glass hitting the floorwithout shattering
anyone can startsuccessful people finish--
what started as rainbecame snow, sleet, then rain again--identity crisis
unseasonably warmthe snow is gone yet again--northern Maine laments:
house on the water:home to seven cats and one dog(who thinks he's a cat)
dense foggrass patches in the snowthus ends December
holes in the lawnstocked with winter supplies--chipmunk burrows