Saturday, January 28, 2012

almost glory


the sun is in my eyes
my down coat is silly
and fabric vestibules unnecessary

the park is a mellow brown-grey
the pond is almost frozen
mallards swim at its still liquid edges

i am not suffocated by the night
or by my three scarf sandwich

the end of my nose is almost warm
and i am enjoying this month
in all of its almost glory.


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