Monday, January 13, 2025

SYNCHRONICITY

A leaden landscape 
in concrete and snow—

though the chill 
doesn't seem to 
pain you anymore

so much as 
the cruelty of that 
humorless echo's

quick slapping 
off the low, skinny sky 
from your boot soles—

as if hastening 
to let you know 

that everything 
you say and do

has been said 
and done at least 
once before.