Wednesday, January 22, 2020
In Winter Comments
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In winter
there are no lines of the horizon
Just a vacuous sea
shifting
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24 January 2020
so very nice KP BUT maestro asks what happens under the bed covers on Saturday snow nites LOL GOOD WORK KP
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7/28/2025 1:35:27 AM # 1.0.0
Magnificent poem, Kevin. You capture a certain quality about winter. It really is the time of year that conspires to keep us on a figurative treadmill....much action, little advance. If warmth is to come, it must come from within. A great poem, Kevin.