October 3, 2008

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    this winter: 

    it snows here,
    lakes freeze,
    i drive on ice.

    i sit in the hot
    bath tub,
    drink beer,
    read about glaciers
    in alaska.

    the only snowshoe
    that fits
    isn't my size.

    i write in six different
    notebooks,
    crude scribblilng
    about a catch in breath,
    that trapped sign.

    murmured
    colors that suite
    glazed looks,
    braided,
    intertwining ideas
    passes time.

    the world is blue;
    underfoot crunches.
    i chew on
    the long day,
    muse on movement,
    observe tides. 

    this is
    the universe-accordion.
    this is
    the color book of life.
    this is
    where i slumber,
    trudging snow,
    restlessly, by moon
    in the night.

     

    © JODI ANDERSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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