Number 10

winter is like death

to get up and out

of the house

you have to pretend

it doesn't exist

if you can forget

the streets, the sidewalks

are lined with five feet

 of blackened and yellowed snow

that we mince down a filthy

channel hacked reluctantly

into a sheet of ice 4 inches thick

to get to the corner

then mortality

is like a spring day

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