Vibration
the ground
is cold
so cold
to the touch
you forget it was ever
warm
maybe it’s warm below
or maybe it’s ice cold
the wind is winter
birds do not bathe in winter
breath of smoke
like a chimney in a row
a cup of coffee carried
the snow fell
like an afterthought
and then decided why not
and covered the ground
clouds on the grass
I do not walk on clouds
I swim in the sea
and bathe like a bird
the water warm with suds
toes tangled in seaweed
so much of life is left in a wake
the compass cuts four ways
just hatched turtles
have no choice
they belong in the ocean
a line in the sand
disappears
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