Monday, April 13, 2015


Come January I would unbutton my coat
And, walking slow against the wind, go see
What might be new with
Lake Michigan.
Since I seldom wore hats my ears
Cried out against me, but who listens to ears?
The sidewalks rang in the cold and I thought
“Winter and I understood each other.”
When the night wind speaks these days
The language is one I no longer know.

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