02/03/2025
it’s a bit pitchy dog, but here’s a new one. happy groundhogs day
wake up from your little dream,
the one clinching up your eyes, covets your sleep.
take another walk and try to breathe.
the cold water hits your face, your mind, your feet.
i linger here for daisies in the spring.
while the ground hog sees his shadow—pour the salt another week.
i am only certain that we’ll die and that is fine.
an arbitrary calculation made to close your mind.