Archive for February, 2016

Smoking a cig on the front porch.

It’s cold and snow is all about.

The hum in the distance from 295. 

Snow blower tracks, I see in my driveway and across the street.

Shoveling and clearing is complete.

So quiet now except for the drone of the highway.

Thoughts turn to those have past.

How mundane what I see. How profound what I feel.

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