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Snow squall white

powdered chill

 

bones contract

muscles ache

 

@ field corner

hare runs for cover.

 

It’s late today

kestrel wheels

 

& skin splits

spontaneously.

 

We live or die under

this loaming sky:

 

& you?

 

You think of me,

staring out from

 

office seat: with the

heat blasting.