Snowbound
Walking in snoweverything in sepiaheavy skies mute colors The feeder is empty –birds sit fat on icy limbswaiting for seeds Branches bent lowsnow piled in drifts belowalmost meeting The lights are out nowdid I say we never lose power?that’s twice this winter
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The first thing to do that afternoon was decide which bus to take – there were five or six bus lines leaving Sucre bound for Santa Cruz that night, all between 5 or 6pm, all of their offices lined up in a row inside…
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