The sky is the color of the snow on the roof next door,
so that it looks like all sky, no house.
Trees frame the lack of house,
branches arched in a question
as to its whereabouts.
Either the trees don't know
or they're playing along, part of the ruse,
or it is just their nature
to wonder.
*photo from Purdue University, ash tree.
Les Pays Bas/ Hiatus.
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This may not come as a surprise to some, given my waywardness and wandering
mind, but sometimes I feel lost.
Sometimes I feel like I am floating outside of...
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