it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
last snow (again)
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somewhere beyond this
"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi
somewhere sometime someplace
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everyone has discarded their jackets again
it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
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poster board signs/attend all the protests
the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy?
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