March Thaw

Look, by
my boot, where the
roof drops furrow the snow,
a bee, fresh from the dripping eaves,
unfolds.

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Chevy Tahoe

Crushed
kadup, kadup
into the gray asphalt
and forgotten, "I'm late for work,
raccoon."

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Morning Commute

I can't
go fast enough
towards it, this fat blue sky,
this flood above my knuckles and
the wheel.

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