of hard ice
that spills
me in the early morning
as i make my way
to the mailbox
at the end of the yard.
upended but unharmed
i lie there
and stare up into the sky.
a flat grey sheet
of nothing,
wringing out more rain,
more sleet,
the cold wetness dripping
into my blinking eyes.
i could lie here all
day, i think
if i wasn't so cold
and didn't have other things
to do.
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