tangerine peels
kleenex by my pillow
winter’s progress
Tag: cold
884
fall sneaks in
don’t need a calendar
the bones know
495
a cold three dog night
equivalent of eight cats
or one former spouse
六十六
485
their noses and ears
dabs of strawberry ice cream
under the blankets
六十六
477
my bedroom’s debris
crumpled Kleenex, and starfish
peeled from tangerines
六十六
437
russian blue morning
oozes through doors and windows
gray cat gazes out