Monday, February 1, 2021


The wind is cold off the ocean.
Now they're saying four to eight where we live.
I can still see features in the cloud, so not yet.
Flags of all causes snap to together.
He doesn't know and wouldn't care;
to him, it's all about the odors,
and all cats are grey in the snow
if they're fool enough to be out.

February 1 2021

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