long johns
wool cap
no shirt
with window
open
heat on
sounds
of Saturday
golden
sunlight
powder
blue blueness
reaching
gray cat
sleeps
behind me
faint sound
hum of purr
keys ticking
green fields
of what once
was is no
longer
colorless
trees
branches
sapped
faded tiled
roofs
never noticed
before
a breeze
cuts in
every now
and then.
freezes
my chest
freezes
my hands
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