MALFEASANCE
Daylight here breaks like a subtext:
cold water and a lake full of nothing.
Posters announce Winter again, as the
in-town folk try to revel; all that 'Walking
in a Winter Wonderland' stuff that bores
me stiff. No matter, for I am, in truth,
yet friends with the sun.
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We go walking daily - way down to
the mailbox, at least. Ice and snow and
a kicking frost. My aloneness keeps
me company. My headlong dreams
are happily tossed.
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