Two Years Smoke Free (Or, David Bowie’s Birthday)

/ Arambler

Wild winter wishes
rumble through weeds. A plain
for practicing

freedom cartwheels. Late
afternoon fog, or
are they low-lying

clouds dancing just above
freezing? No more

halo, I make my way home
without rings.

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