Slowly the dirty snowpack in the back yard is melting around the edges, a receding glacier. Slowly the edges of the lawn are revealed--as well as dozens of sticks and branches blown from the trees during this winter's several storms, sticking up out of the snow like black claws.
Branches reach out of snow
all over the lawn.
I dreamed zombies chased me.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2014
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