necessary poem
2006-02-03 - 11:11 a.m.
Okay, it's technically february, but I do like this poem:
January
The days are short, the sun a sparkHung thin between the dark and dark
Fat snowy footstepstrack the floor,Milk bottles burst outside the door.
The river is a frozen placeHeld still beneath the trees of lace
The sky is low,the wind is grayThe radiator purrs all day.
John Updike
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