Four windows float the bed,
light outside and some in.
Ground opals bounced off snow,
that four month guest.
The moon is almost full,
curtained behind snow-melt fog.
Later, when the woods are green
there will be fireflies.
Where wondering never ceases!
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Thoughts on and off the trail of Life.
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life's wHeirdness and wonder
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poetry & essays
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Life and death and sleeping on the ground