Five inches of snow with coffee

And I’m left on the heels of that summer girl from summers ago…

to all the places i’ve never been

i miss you
your clear and placid pools …

The late afternoon sun lopes
up the road like a mad Labrador…

In truth we own this day…

Shortly I’ll leave this house and all its things…

how long can a word be stretched before meaning…

How many times has that toothless carny upthrottled the Octopus…

…and I wonder whether it might be a dream in the tall willows…