2021.12.23

Our coughs persistent ,

wait for weekend guests

to board like trains

for a better life

where they may die

and their children may have children

ignoring emails

hibernated

as much as humans

can pretend to be bears

the wind

neither whispers,

nor howls,

but flows

as river,

wrangled and

wrangling,

murderous,

comforting,

and easy,

choking

the fools

and the rest

struggling

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