the rest of the year are visible
through the leafless trees.
I feel like I'm looking
at something I shouldn't.
Off in the distance
a dog begins barking.
Snow patchily covers
the ruins of a garden
the town planted in memory
of the dead Cernigilia children,
a brother and sister.
The most mysterious thing,
I read somewhere,
is a fact clearly stated.
The sun will shine
for another six billion years.
Howie Good lives in New York (but not New York City).
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