Dear Winter,
Today the sky the same
colorless grey as rock
salt, truck-scattered over
Fulton Street.
Trees leafless darker
shades of bark.
I walk. CrossDeKalb to the hospitalwhere people& wait.
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Today the sky the same
colorless grey as rock
salt, truck-scattered over
Fulton Street.
Trees leafless darker
shades of bark.
I walk. CrossDeKalb to the hospitalwhere people& wait.
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