
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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