there's
a wild dark wind
&
a couple of alberta spruce
joined
at the hip
davening
to an ancient rhythm
just
before sunrise
the
line of sight
meets
a clearing
puddles
and slush
snow
melt taking off
down
the avenue
dark
grit
&
manic strings of traffic
get
left behind
confused
trying
to find their own way
--- e b bortz
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