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In The Middle Of The Storm

more time passes
I read another poem
(a tiny treatise on impermanence)
while the candles burn
the furnace chugs along
tea fills the mug steam rises
our whole house hums
everything committed to its
vital ordinary work
the walls and roof
hold steady the windows
windows who rattle a bit
humble and ecstatic in the throes
of framing this fierce wind

 

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  1. So imbibing- the ordinary work

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