Like varicose veins
in the thinning snow, the dark
tunnels of the voles.
My garbage is nothing
but coffee grounds, each morning
wrapped in its filter-shroud.
I miss summer:
those small millipedes that glide
across the bathroom floor.
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Loving these. Aren’t you going to do a series tag?
Thanks. Yes, I keep meaning to put them into a series. I just can’t seem to come up with a title for it.
O.K., I guess I’ll go with “Toward Noon,” at least until I can think of something better.