The week starts the same –
a misperception of time.
A dump truck beep blares.
poetry
Now is the winter of our warmest temps…
Warmth briefly breaks through
winter’s grasp in hopes of spring.
An old couple hugs.
Up is down, purple is square and juniper berries grow on cars.
Weeping white flames dance,
tears flow the wrong direction.
Coals burn until cool.
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