30 degrees when I woke
20 as I continue my happy hour at home
in the garage
and wind-swept tundra yards toss mist for me
as I watch the clouds wiz by backlit by the winter moon
challenging my faith in atheism –
wish my words could wiz like them clouds
leaping
from my fingers like eternal obscurity
streaking
from my frozen beer lips like
bearded
medieval man blowing smoke rings at the same pale face
of
the solstice –
Published by Epiphany Magazine
Issue 4
2010
www.epiphmag.com/issue4poetry.html#pet
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