from this week of 2021 (I was 76)
I remember looking out at the night
in the snow
Or was it looking out at the snow
in the night
Whichever it was it certainly was
black and white
I remember how icy cold it was
on the breath and clean
A pitch dark purity it was
solidified at zero
A stone in the center of the chest
pulling on planet Pluto
I remember how of a piece it was
me in the middle of
the here and there of when and was
inhaling the dark of space
to puff out a luminous cloud
a certain swirl of grace
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