the bitter white snow --
so mingy upon the ground
it feels like chalk dust.
the bitter white snow --
afraid of returning green;
its death will be soft.
the dog has no teeth --
the blue cat has no whiskers;
a little bird yawns.
Cold sweet potatoes --
yielding to the tongue and teeth;
with a hard boiled egg.
yarn on the table --
yellow domestic fetters;
I'm soaking my feet.
is a broken rock
such a thing as exists when
what size is a rock?
pink dust from the moon
settles on the shadow of
a napping field mouse.
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