The tree in the garden
has not yet received news of spring—
stubs of limbs and branches, remainders
of polynomial division.
*
In the living room,
a small pink light radiates.
I place a cube of ice
in the orchid tray.
*
The cold that returns
at night reminds us:
all the work we do
is always here.
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