Wednesday, February 27, 2013

365 Poems, Caption Edition: Ride Home

Day 58

Morning's sleet slides into a mean winter rain. February's last storm brushes by us, an oblique blow. Just the cold, the wind, the grey, the low fog that tries to hide the ragged edges of a rough season, and fails. Driving past the weary day, headed home.

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