Driver
Winter trees
On the way
In the snow
I am in the park in the dark under layers
of cloud. I could be in bed,
or dead. But I’m not. I’m here.
I’m almost surely, certainly here.
De fietser
God gave us a boomerang
But we call it the mind.
Books
Night sky
I hate running
They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
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