sunday, february 28, 2021

in the transient world
nothing is incorruptible
except perhaps corruption itself

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sunday, february 14, 2021

days and days into weeks and weeks and months
and months go by with all the variation of
fenceposts outside a car window
on a road through western kansas

and then it's the late winter again
in february, we finally get a stretch
of cold weather

i leave my desk and go out for a walk one day
and see a coyote hunting prairie dogs in the
grass, a bald eagle looking down over the
half-frozen saint vrain

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