Somehow I managed to Potluck myself into a corner.
It took longer than I thought to shop, roast, peel and slice.
I went to dinner bearing a beet salad bordering on the alchemical.
A cut-glass bowl clutched in the red-stained fingers of a murderer.
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Bright Drifts Grey
A blue sky day melts bright drifts grey.
Black-light-blue by four in the afternoon.
Shovelling, snow jaundiced by streetlamps.
Sidewalks grow black ice, greased by night.
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In The Snow Park
The dog runs wild in the snow park.
Good things he’s black, or we’d lose him.
His tongue is a long story.
His wet footprints follow us inside.
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thick as thieves
Snow is falling, thick as thieves.
It fills the trees, and softens the cars.
Soon the sidewalks will be single file, except to pass.
Tomorrow: A morning of miraculous lawns.
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