Sums

The tree in the garden
has not yet received news of spring—
stubs of limbs and branches, remainders
of polynomial division.

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In the living room,
a small pink light radiates.
I place a cube of ice
in the orchid tray.

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The cold that returns
at night reminds us:
all the work we do
is always here.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Abstract.

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