The driveway melts off faster than the
snow can pile up. Rabbit tracks spread to hare-sized, Harvey-sized. It rains,
it snows, it sleets, it runs off. It does all four at once. The wind whips
water everywhere. Alarming sound of burst pipes is just the roof gushing onto
the cellar doors.
Robins and
seagulls are becalmed only an hour south. It is ridiculous to pretend this is
not March.
Thousands of
crows swirl
like bats at
dusk: almost time
to break camp
and go.
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