March 4

2018
We cross the lake and
Walk into the woods and back.
The ice does not crack.
(-2.5 degrees Celsius)
2015
A hellava way
To start my day. Now I've lost
My favorite mug.

Small losses sting too,
Like the cut from picking up

The lovely pieces.
2013
It's more expensive
To go the natural route
Than to dye my hair.
She asked me to write
With my non-dominant hand.
I can't compass it.
2010
Knitting graffitti, 
Silky window reflections, 
Good conversation.
2009
likes the predawn sky: a deep luminous blue. Do not like being up at predawn, tho.

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