Sidewalks

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12/23/20: So This Is Christmas

a dropped Starbucks—

red and green cup crushed, frozen,

spread like a star

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12/11/20: Night Walk, Thinking of Dickens

now all those ghosts

return strewn with colored lights

to hide their gray

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12/2/20: A Season Upon Us

green and red—like red

and blue—colors otherwise

antagonistic

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10/28/20: First Winter Flâneur

collar tipped up,

hiding from notice—marrow

hot heart of bone

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9/3/20: Stopping to Think

this tree, bush, vine—

hard to be lost with roots but

not impossible

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8/15/20: Identifying

just here now—

a dog walker waiting for

his pet to decide