trudge trudge trudge
slip trudge trudge trudge slip trudge:
Albany blizzard
Category: aros
(I finally missed a day, so I’m one stone behind on my 365-straight-days plan. Ah well…)
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late night Sun Ra fills my empty apartment
with the whirling sound of Saturn
more and more empty space
in my apartment, I mean
no two are alike
as they fall from the winter sky:
poisoned birds
my voice echoes
through the empty house:
leaving in winter
woke up with a sore throat
dreading a cold during moving time
:slept on cold floor
all my muscles are tired
I lifted the mattress onto the car by myself
buoyed by unexpected springlike warmth
I stepped on the ice
it turned out to be a deep, shoe-soaking puddle
(this is and is not a metaphor)
heavy boxes shift
my footing loose on icy driveway
:keeping my balance
flooded sidewalks
walking on the glistening asphalt:
February thaw
walking in the street
cars passing too closely:
icy sidewalks
the heater’s fan clicks off
the room is a field of silence
I am imagining Mt. Fuji
I am becoming a mountain
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February storm
potato and red onion
in miso soup
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Kinkaku-ji glows golden on my computer screen
illuminates a Japan-shaped hole in my heart
a class full of boys who’d never talked to girls
all but one fell in love with our tour guide
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the tree outside my window survived the new sidewalk
now its bare arms catch the falling snow
by the look of it, the tree was planted shortly after I was
so I will bare my arms, run outside, help it if I can