Friday, December 20, 2013

COOKIES N' CREAM

Melting down—
the shrinking
slush hugs all

the tighter—edges
of dirty
city curbs—where dead

and still-
dying shrubs, are
hung—no longer

with snow,
but still
with several

slow and
ruddy country-
squirrels—who shrug

and don't bother jumping—savvy
and fat
enough to know

there's nothing
left down there—that's
sweet

to eat
amid
these stretches

of rippling brownblack
and
white detritus.

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