Tuesday, November 06, 2007


A muted town,

a first snow long gone.

Fog over fallow on a moose jerky ride.

What I owe and where to go,

elusive seclusion completly derived.

Waste not, want lots and a long distance charge.

The surprise is earned,

then burned.

Useless unions,

a crooked floor,

five a.m. ride on the second fall.

Winter.

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