LIMPING INTO AQUARIUS NEW MOON WIND FROM THE NORTH

manholes in deep white banks
fumed
through tube tunnels

in below-zero morning air
memories
of places I first comprehended
this

~*~

forced daffodil bulbs
trumpeted sunlight
through the long evening

once dried, their fragile yolk
would shrink
hours of relentless snowfall

~*~

and then
BARKING WIRES

after heavy wet snow
fells many branches

ZERO COLD
– 102 CROWS

rook, as they say

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