(a poem)

happy night
happy day
good day
yay

Two small things

puppy stumbles to the sea
big, endless, uncomfortable
back to the shore!

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Winterpretations

Streets: moist grey concrete.
Leaves: brown goo.
Beaches: tracts of dreary beauty
a no man's land of wet logs
Buses roam from town to school,
school to town
and back again.
The sun smiles occasionally through a veil.
Wind tumbling from the sea batters the houses' shingles and the towers' concrete.
Clouds rule the earth.

Weapons, Armour, Jewelry

Twist my fingers until they crack.
My bones are out of place.
Pull my fingers 'til they pop.
My frame bent all wrong.
Follow the paths of my joints-
Roam ribs, caress tendons, scale vertebrae-
It'll be a short trip but you'll never reach the end.