On a Tuesday, in winter

fleurtenby1In the cold of winter,

this desert of winter,

the wind becomes ether turning off the  eyelids of the polar season.

Color stands out on a white, gray, green  background,

memories of a solar array.

Seagull rises.

Mocks, scoffs.

Subservient to  stellar motions.

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