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my brother hunches
forward over keyboard
glasses precariously perched,
he peers over them
intent, intense, his brow
furrows in concentration
his fingers hunt & peck.
he will send a letter out
into the world,
his own gesture
of occupy.
of howl.
—cas
Today, I am asked to consider the senses beyond the visual, what do I hear, taste, smell, feel?
harp thrum-notes of e-reader
waking to the day
counterpoint of clock
tick-talking in time
a crisp mint taste of January air
thick ozone snow-scent,
snow-sent, freezes nostrils and
eyelashes — they glisten in noonday sun
seeking each other’s warmth
fingers curl into palms
–cas
What do I see in a simple glass of water?
cool, clear water. fragment of song
over small pebbles, the devil
spills life on burning sand
inside this ribbed glass, light
stretches words beyond boundaries
parchment and skin wait to drink
Today, I am told to go out into the world, to be with natural surroundings. In my small yard, my tree is shedding its snowy cover…
Red maple, once resplendent, sheds her winter white
in the momentary warmth of January rain.
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