Thursday, January 13, 2022

14,069. THE MATTER OF PASTE

THE MATTER OF PASTE
The morning's faint edge sticks
hard to the land, and the small
birds are chasing their suet. The
enormous flight is constant : both
squirrels and jays mingle with
juncos as the downy woodpecker
swoops. It's all recorded in time.
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Each day carries its own standard
magnificence  -  nothing changing
for this foul month but the weather.
I stand up until some ice slides me
down once more. Sitting on this
earth is like sitting on the floor.

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