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Wednesday, January 30

survival as ritual

late hands make the most
adding bones to the stove
doling out the dose
keeping off the cold those
arctic compass rose
frozen points ears nose toes

a care

rabbit too takes
the tracks out back
answering whats asked
of the hand which feeds
collections of seed
without want or need

mornings nights repeats
and opposites completes
the same steam
that breaths make
in as little time
or less

canada_goose

veering inland in
gusty formation
sunset to open
water

Friday, January 25

b is for bird

spare light sparrows
flitting and asking
where is mine
while miles behind
the window grime
my bread toasts
before boots on
to pour seed
filling the zeros
out in the cold

Thursday, January 24

mercury

from out to in
gadgets indicating
a descending
decimate, slow
lo and behold
so it goes
below
 

Wednesday, January 23

enter_the_winter

individual digits
each sharp facets
in subtle increments
hazards sum settle
blown drifts or built
solid as bank vaults
sweat the shovelers cough

Sunday, January 20

north winds

the lake throws up
slush on ice bluffs
shorelines growing
out and up

Friday, January 18

oj and toast

oj and toast sort of rote
orbits one to one
same moon same sun
looping back to gaze on

not looking to stay put
three words these want
a future will pass


Monday, January 7

winter up north

all swamp
frozen tufts

footsteps thumps


brown and white
as the deer is too
brilliant use
under the blue
 

Thursday, January 3

new years for some

what could have been
(could be conditionally)
what hardly is it in
a bit of undigested beef
a fragment of potato
minuscule is the patzer
dallying on a pawn
in the game of life
such perverse additions
in ratios inverse
to the paucity
the post-script hard stone

Wednesday, January 2

then and again

aghast at the balance
the last act of praxis
a city out lasts its
accumulate of outcasts
the vortex and access
to continental breakfasts
and only half this
is accidents 
rest assests
or else us malcontents
with lariats
to catch the sun
behind our backs
and bask in lights pasts