As Winter Wind Sings
As winter wind sings
They hunch against the wild sky:
snow-heavy branches.
Talking
We sit at the bus stop.
It's been two hours
and I don't care.
Silicon Paper
Trees sigh in the wind--
I stare at the glowing screen
while the hard disk whirs.
One Day
We'll stop counting
on tomorrow
to fix our mistakes.
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