Boots slide from under
Coccyx smacks street like anvil
Damn you, foul black ice!
Category: poem
Early morning moon
Faint light sparkles on new snow
Echoing the stars
The wind on Main Street
Whistling down concrete canyons.
Coat zipper broken
Lazy November
Leaves hang entombed in thick ice
Wind blows. Glass parade.
Ice on the sidewalk
Sheen from last night’s freezing rain.
Move slow. Watch for cars.
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