The fresh sun
upon a mid-January day
is sometimes better
then the rays of May
Snow glistening
The sun warm
The air cold but inviting
The mixing of nothingness
catches the attention of
two birds chatting on
a telephone pole
I watch them fly off
with the morning light on their backs
into the middle of the long month
into the direction of the sun
embracing the hints of spring
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