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01-30-09

Rain melts
the snow to evening ice
We’ve slipped so far

We chatted at lunch
Slush on a cold
sunny street

Snow floats
The silent soft
white floor

Geese cross
A grey
damp sky

I see
my breath, but where
are the birds?

I see
fewer birds
These days

Seagulls scan
the black bay marsh
Mussel shells

swimming dust
in the light that cracks
the window

By my friend Craig Peritz. I haven’t seen him in 20 years.

I stop
The rabbit
stirs

The tractor sits
A frozen field
of wheat

Plastic flutters
In the tree’s
slow breeze