low
branches
laden
in wake up snow
still
powder light
diving
down my neck
clouds
from the east
wind
from the west
the
dog rolls like a puppy
nose
& ears tuned
for
the neighborhood coyote
sometimes
found to be sprinting
along
the fence line
across
a busy city avenue
two
hundred yards to the park canopy
&
free
--- e b bortz
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