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4/365

Posted in pick 52

New
ii.

hurry home hurry home hurry home hurry
home—seat warmer not warmer, eyes
frozen straight ahead won’t even blink hello
to Mad Max dump truck sliding downward,
sideways till gears catch and a hundred new drivers only
hurry home hurry home hurry
home no time to yield for tired old things, what are they
good for anyway, carrying away
our snow?

363/365

Posted in hello, moon

maybe you’ll give us a clue
moon. maybe the tip of a hat.
maybe a hint and a wink and a
nod to a bit of hedge
on a bet.

maybe you’ll do what you do
moon. maybe you won’t what you
don’t. maybe say no after
all that you know about yes when the
dreamers confess.

maybe you’ll dance in the snow
moon. maybe you’ll take
one more chance. maybe you’ll love
what you love when you
love without ever
looking back.

(Jim‘s not so sure)
(about that)