the mountains are shrouded in frosty
clouds bang against my window as I sleep
restlessly, only waking to see my neighbor
tumble across the road from his car, the man
from Namibia
even the small plants of spring are battered
by plastic sheet ripped from the carefully
tilled soil, now shredding the small life
beneath them, such is the story of this season.
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