The night sojourns
as always, a dog barking
is a signature of a dread
something is happening somewhere, the rush of the wind is again a
of a past that needs to be unearthed. Wrack of pain
leavened thoughts calloused with winter’s needles, and the hills
wonder, what is this winter
of pain or love?
In the February night.
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