Sunday morning snow
The first of the year
And from somewhere
The chanting of monks
Stutters across the breeze
An alley fighter
With two limps
Appears on my second story deck
And we settle
For a documentary
On the grace of
Wild cars
While he checks out
The competition
With ears laid back
I enjoy a pull
From the pipe
A sip of tea
And a fleeting moment
Where everything
Is exactly
Like it is supposed to be
* Taken From Knee-Deep in Chalk Outlines - 2010
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