a field of purple . reveals individual . flowers when up close
the wind can blow through . the spaces where the snow clings . and prevents passage
the mid-night thunder . becomes just a memory . as night becomes day
the stream changes course . out of necessity, and . continues to flow
every tree branch . has on it the potential . for another branch
a moment waiting . for the coffee to cool off . is never wasted
the winter berries . disguised as food for songbirds . wait to propagate
water finds the path . of least resistance, but can’t .in the freezing cold
as if by magic . the afternoon commuter . will have a clear road
where lines intersect . a position is taken . understood or not
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