The sun at nine
I forgot how cool its yellow light is
here in winter
It barely damages the snow -- unlike me
my cloddish boots are like wallops from a fist
and naked snow breaks like bone
a pinched old crow winks and winks and winks again
at the bruising sound
*
Bleh.
--
currently listening to Jean-Baptiste Lully's La Bourgeois Gentihomme
-- Chaconne des Scaramouches Frivelins et Arlequins
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