the end of the second

and on the 28th these things are true:
it is clear and cold
clear now that the haze has lifted
and the drifts have drifted on
the keyboard is covered in fuzz
and fur
furry fuzz
it is minus 20 outside
an ant is crawling on the bathroom floor
on the 28th these things are true
in like a lion bring on the third

the sun is waning here

the last Tuesday of February
quiet, soft
still

on the other side
the plates have shifted
the Earth has lifted
turmoil before peace

sending soft light
quiet
hopeful
still

saturday's coyote

crossed our path at 50th street
before doubling back and heading into the Bar

'so a coyote walks into a bar...'
'and then what?' asked the rabbit
before disappearing into the yard

saturday's coyote
was sunday's recollection
and monday's musing
by the fire on Family Day

i think the dog...

in the shop today
smelled the cat pee on my coat.
or was it just love
pure and simple?

with every flake

a fallen frozen bit of dream