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Snow iced the land
Gray scale city
Centipede trains glint
Two at a time
Birds remind me of you, all
Birds; the faint outline
Of a baseball diamond
Nazca lines one dog
Runs at a Monday clip
Mid-morning the cold is less
Unwelcome here than
Where I’m from these days
The sun more so
Everything froze then
Love never came up
We didn’t make it past
The season; even the sky
Reminds me of you
Somehow the insane blue
Of your eyes; the pilot
Has no clue what he’s doing
I’ve been this way before
And on top of it all you know
How to play the violin
The inside of the plane’s wing
Flashes obscenely just another
Bird reminding me of you
It feels like I should give
The machinery a round
Of applause
I’m jealous of clouds
Solid looking
But, up close, they always change
(Look, especially, at the edges)
This isn’t a metaphor
They say feeling sad is part of things
They don’t even look like they’re moving
I bet one cloud doesn’t feel sad
When the other cloud moves away
To New York for her new job
It’s not personal
Motion is a step toward peace
What do they know
