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February 25, 2020

perambulation at an end
and my year with it
expiring with the spring
and its effusion of growth
apple and cherry blossoms



February 24, 2020

in the sodden
birch boughs stacked
on seeping lawn
saw a body
not unlike yours


February 21, 2020

waters head back
and surrender banks
returning children
in scattered detritus
from distant headwaters


February 20, 2020

This month, the wind has not once slackened for my evening jog. When running south, I feel its every movement, from gust to caress. Running north is another matter. Then, I feel neither resistance nor assistance. The wind simply dies and everything falls away as though my feet now carried me through the void. When running north, I cannot help but look back, with the suspicion that I simply imagined what lay behind, that it happened to another.


February 19, 2020

little tongue flicks
and licks and dampens
the outward sign
of a middling mind
beyond my ken


February 18, 2020

an apple stranded on the tracks
the strange trek from bough
to mouth at even stranger end


February 17, 2020

limbs carried him
the river’s length
body swollen with rain
wooden docks lost
beneath the waterline
fish catching man