I LOVE POETRY TO
DEATH, SO KILL ME
I'm walking my dog through a nothing of snow,
the river alongside us is frozen. It's nothing at
all, though everyone's yelling 'Apocalypse' again.
Things that freeze are unchanging.
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In every private moment of this life I am talking
with myself - to reflect and to write. A very
uninhibited infinitive. Things that freeze,
I have learned, are unchanging.
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