cold bursts from around my back
reclining chair and all,
windows hold back the frost
cats warm my belly...
a clock on the wall says ten am
late for an appointment again,
summertime dreams have got
me a little flustered
as spring struggles to break in,
dancing elves on the back porch seen
far away from imagination,
sit on the couch, staring impolitely
when passing the hat around
attracts no paper...
rooftops reach up towards the sky
begging for admission,
trees whose limbs bend precariously
asking for redemption,
the winter bleeds out its cold
preparing for mumification as we
relax in sunrooms with mini splits.
March 6, 2025
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