Day 2,935

Shellac the night
to morning, morning to
afternoon. A mail box

and a lamp post
uprooted and toppled
onto the only path left. Action lies

beneath frozen rain sheets. What begins
may endure longer than anyone
might imagine. And then there’s the full moon.

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