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Lake Onterio: Durand Eastman Beach

not really gone

the absent ice pack hides

within the lake

Drizzle

All week the sun has warmed me through the moon roof as I drove to work each morning.  Today, Saturday I wake to gray sky and sloshing grass. I walk around the house with my coffee, drinking from under my hood.

 

little bits

float in gutter trickle

April rain

Postmodern latenight

This brown glass
hand held and wrapped
two fingers round the neck
flow down throat
empty
gurgle
cowboy
junkies crawling
over the hardwood floor