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A back alley dog is barking.
One bark every two seconds.
What is he barking at?
A flashing sign?
A pendulum?
. . . . .

Spring is near, but not enough
to breathe warmth down our necks.
The days are getting longer, but
there is still only winter in them.
. . . . .

Even in blowing snow.
Go out anyway.
Don’t stay in.

Take a chance.
Think: It’s a good cause.
Buy the last ticket.

Cross fingers, arms and legs.
Allow for hope to enter.
Let it sink in.
. . . . .

Frozen snow falls diagonally,
an off the shoulder gown
whiter then my winter skin
brighter than the sky.

The back balcony sets sail,
a ship’s prow jutting out
over a swirl of deep-sea nothing,
bad weather to make decisions in.
. . . . .

An old friend came in from out of town.
We walked down the wind-licked esplanade.
I left the ice-free side of sidewalk to him.
“You’re a good walker,” he said.
Dogs passed, pulling their owners toward the park.
“This is the scenic route,” I explained.
Noon caught in the teeth of grey high trees.
Each in our own clip-on sunglasses,
We squinted at different tints of bright.
. . . . .

Woolly gusts out there.
We sleep in a heap.
A regular woodpile.
Snore-sawing logs.
. . . . .

Big new flakes fall all over themselves.
Flowerboxes grow white moustaches.
Clotheslines sag, fat as sausages.
Tonight, the forecast turns mean.
. . . . .

Moroccan oranges and a bottle of wine in hand, I set out
to a dinner party so close to home that it was impossible
to arrive flushed or even fashionably late.
. . . . .

Rush hour walled in the concrete Metropolitan.
Flat bread and fruit bowl in the back seat.
We inched our way toward dinner.
The city-glow pushed us across the river.
Night fell over the bridge.
. . . . .