NE, 12 degrees

In the past now,

Sentimental Spanish moss,

Dripping rain,

Rotting squares of living.

Behind me,

Brand new starts, Dreams achieved,

Proudly watching

Youthful success.

Today it’s 12 degrees.

I’m facing northeast.

Glittering newness awaits me.

White, pure, fresh.

Ahead of me, today,

A small trail,

A frozen river,

Limitlessness.

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