Velvet green grass revealed

under a foot of brown, hole-laced

leaves-

many rotten ones reveal

gold standard, black soil.

It’s seventy out,

in the middle of February.

Only this morning, when

the school bus came, the

teenagers at the bus stop

were blowing out plumes

of steam, hands deep in pockets and

head retreated into hoods.

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