THE LETHAL GRADIENT
They say that one should not
spend so much time with only
oneself. I don't know about
any of that. On the fencepost
the faded old flag is curled
with ice. The way it should
be, I suppose : the local farm
guy dispenses his potion and
posts his flags. He's running
an outpost? A distant Fort
Apache claiming land not
even his?
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My eye grazes the horizon
and it too is trimmed in ice.
Hoarfrost? By the hour it
is all but disappeared.
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