a crow grips a bare branch
shards of whiteness
drift through the window
the scent of winter
blankets my gray body
time passes in the sounds of snow
Shot Glass Journal, Issue #3
Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on America 250
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*On the Brink of Trumperica*, XII
the people of Trump
by the people of DOGE
for the people of the SuperRich ...
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