day 3

waterlogged, i wake to kick the rain and punch the wind morning walk passes strewn christmas trees laying in wait for their untimely removal like fallen soldiers cast aside in their prime remnants of their multicolor brilliance fend off the drops of the persistent rain. 1.3.17

day 2

new year, new day rattles in work yells and stomps its feet while i move slowly into gear. 1.2.17

day 1

house holds the chill from yesterday while splashes of sun warm the grass i long to close my eyes again and dream of  days to come. 1.1.17

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