snowed all night
the streets slick, trees
heavy with it, eyelids
too but up to coffee
permeating my tiny
room, scent-silence
the pitfalls of the future
just a quirky forever
pull at present, frost
at the panes, smoke
at the flues
mars dances this month
with the grapefruit moon,
dangles its red right there
colored salt so you can
see it in yr eggs
wanna go to england
italy euro currency
language mosaic
cobblestone alleys too
narrow for sunlight
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