snow tide lowers
to reveal
a dead pigeon
bloodless and unfed
to the Earth
the cotton cloud
of new marriage
meets the dull thud
of old debts
and somewhere thunder's heard
first green fingertips
of daffodils
part the snow
to make room
to spread their yellow palms
in the laundromat
the old woman can't believe it
"They just took it--
and what will they get
10 dollars for a phone?!"
4 days ago
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