Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Snow 12
Twelve inches teetering on the bird feeder
they come anyway, wings dusted in snow
Twelve cars waiting at the light instead of
six, four bikes in garages or under eaves
Twelve noon; our shoes disappear into
water running fast under melting snow
Twelve is a good number for today,
this eleventh month of 2011.
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