Winter sunrise


Sunrise climbs

chimney: blood red

clots to umber


cotton streaks

jet trail arrows

foreign clime;


my lemon tree

hogs the light

hides inside


this northern winter.

A belonging

hard won,


clock breathes

death chime


‘Never look back.’


White rabbit



for freedom.


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