January 1st 2015

A crude sketch
of trees against an empty sky.

Crusted with dirty snow,
the bank offers only
curls of frozen mud,
slick paths to turn an ankle.

On the flat river,
one solitary gull performs
his circus trick, seeming
to walk on water, steady
on the unseen floe
beneath his feet.

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