Weather Report and Survive (poems)

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weather report:
four degrees, with broken clouds

on a canvas of white,
the marks of trees
telephone poles
fences
peaks of houses
are stark,
the bricks of Bowen Street
gridded with dirty snow

the cloud cover is not broken
it is solid
gray-white

melancholy settles–
a mandate of the season–
but
given its space,
fades
into the present moment
(the three-legged wonder-dog
gleefully dances her way,
as always)

I think
in lines of poetry
but
I am not this stream of words
and
I am not this plume of breath
the trees stand tall and dark
a moment of stillness,
scarcely attained,
crystalline yet breathing
and porous

survive-
every day,
we walk
down these alleys
full of junk trees
ivy
purslane
sparrows
squirrels
nature, not far:
survivors, seen and unseen,
felt–
we walk
down these alleys
full of survivors,
this 3-legged shelter dog
and I

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