Monday, February 5, 2024

The cool midwinter sun
unwraps a crystalline
morning, the third running.
The only clouds above
puff and whisp from
bundled repairfolks in
buckets, working on wires,
uncrossing them, as it were.
After a waterlogged January
when we could never quite
crawl all the way out
from under our covers
and feel our feet solid
beneath us, February
raised its baton and
called for a crisp, clear C:
tuning us for something
momentous and beautiful,
something practiced yet
fleeting and new.

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