1130 Miles
Sunday, February 9, 2014
In Search of
Through windows of bright wet
snow. With headphones, the skin tense
to what the eyes sense when closed.
Until we see what the neighbor sees:
cupboard of weather, early bloom of
distance closing between us.
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