the strange winter of 2012
walking everyday is a must.
to the left,
a glimpse of dead milkweed,
snow in its mouth.
up up,
two birds, an airplane,
brown tree tentacles, brilliant sky, bluebright.
and right,
away the edges of yahara river freeze in clumps
slowly, savoring.
head down,
calf-deep snowsteps, shoeprints of joggers,
booted children, collared dogs.
tempo, pace, staccato sciatica,
swing arms, shake a body out.
one bridge wears a blanket of giddy sparkles,
unshoveled under observant legs, joyful eyes.
take this, the winter says
it's your power back
1.14.12
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