Strolling about taunting hills

Void of proper sidewalks and security

So rife with apparent desolation

birch, elm and other leafless beings

Foreign souls tend to maniacally  dance

Above … astronautically above

Then recklessly dive below

Beautiful silent icy ponds – dubbed egrets’ home

Pass these vacant streets

Pass those mocking hills

Pass this winter blue eastern world

Patiently awaits an ignorant mistress – silly poet

Who’s only companions are gulls and briny breezes

 

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