It was 9 degrees this morning.
I do not say that like its remarkable in any way.
It's not.
It's often 9 degrees.
While my car was warming up I shoveled a thin layer of snow off the driveway, tidied up some edges...
My coat was open, I wore no hat. The remaining dampness in my hair froze.
I was un-phased.
Acceptance?
Denial?
Does it matter?
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Nine, nine
Pieces of twine
Composed in my mind
Watermelon rind
Pickled is fine
Tasty in time
Sharing the nine
Pretty soon it'll be twice that!
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