a new day with nothing wrong with it
like every day that ever was
you or me contemplating by way
of a window frosted round
looking at flecks of the immaculate
strangers to this earth fall and rest
so bright and cold the snow fallen
breaths and shifts with each wind
a new day with nothing wrong with it
you can just see past into a field
branches form a miniature cathedral
and the forging squirrels like penitents
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Jan 2
2018
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