This morning's ice had dangerous clarity.
I took iron to it, and salt.
It's cold raining now.
The drops from the post office eaves plash deeply, dig upward.
Concentric circles radiate lines of light.
The reflected kitchen chair is the darkest thing out there.
I took iron to it, and salt.
It's cold raining now.
The drops from the post office eaves plash deeply, dig upward.
Concentric circles radiate lines of light.
The reflected kitchen chair is the darkest thing out there.
