Predawn Departure

A sliver of a moon is in the sky. A coyote's
Trotting home, its exhalations transient puffs.
The roadway's sparkling from frost. I shiver
As I start my car and scrape the windshield.
Time to go. It's gotten so cold in that house
As it feels standing here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-20 at 13:58

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