Sunday, January 9, 2011

The frost is such tangled matter
I'm spastic about this freeze
All parts reunited in relief
When I don my everlovin' coat
and say later to the door.

Stay later than before, the oven
of this cozy free-for-all
in this brick space for whatever deep
freeze we're expecting. Oh,
holy angels of basketball, you clean
up nicely.

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