February 20

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poetry

cold clear morning
and nowhere to be

morning to noon
more sun on the patio

hors place
hors de combat

curling on TV
all yesterday

and today
watching a rock

go and then
come to a stop

and then go
again when

another rock
hits it

incomprehensible terms
but that seems to be

the gist of it
an object at rest

tends to stay
at rest unless acted upon

by some outside force
the sun pooling in

through the closed
french doors

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