Monday, March 24, 2014

OUTLOOK

With indecorously chattering 
teeth and low lips 
still quivering—

outside (on the yet-
frozen 
cusp of the fourth 

month or not)
we have—nevertheless
all got

to stand- 
up and start
applaudingthe clean clout

and immense 
brawny
prowess of cold—so good! 

at strangling—
even
the slightest idle 

quicksilver 
breath out of 
every last 

lazy enigmatic cloud—
up there
that's foolhardy 

enough 
to loaf around—so 
frivolous 

and inexplicit—as if 
somehow 
to flout  

the exacting rigor 
of our frigid
champion's ruthlessly

clear—devotion 
to
sheer economy.

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