Two
The dog paws across the crusted snow
While two birds volley a two-note song
Back and forth between two trees.
Everything is perfectly still and silent
Otherwise and I am afraid to move.
Sunrise has been reticent
Lately and this deep freeze
That frosts me to the bone
Is supposed to last until next week.
Yes, it’s nice to have been present
While the world put on its two-act play
But it would have been better
If I hadn’t had to see it alone.
1/30/21
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