Friday, December 17, 2004

a cold maine morning

soft nose whistles,
whispers smoke wisps
through freezing morning air.
turn key belt whines
while gears shift,
tire crushing snow drifts,
click as radio
fuzz crescendos, cadences,
mezzo forte plateau.
unfortunate destination
leads to mental segregation,
i arrive already,
body must catch up.


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