Monday, January 04, 2021

THE HOUSE MOANS 


The house moans
in this hard
wind. Winter

is a white
fury which
goes on and

on. We have
no way out.
We wait here

listening for
its anger
to subside.

When will that
be, the betting
man wonders.

When will our
endurance
be enough?



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