Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.
He comes quietly, night after night,
soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.
He rolls over, and over, stretching
in discontent – purrs once,
twice,
and falls asleep.
Winter Rain
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
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trick or treat, we're the bugs!
it is november now which is unbelievable
because last night we got blisters on our feet running
house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings
flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
wake up & look out the window -
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