A Poem- for January 
Oxen sized weather
outside. Inside, a glass
of soda water. A page
of ordinary air traced 
with hyaline poetry,
designs evidenced
to afternoon's celsius,
layers of semi gloss 
wakefulness. Word
for word faintly brought
off table's dimension
amidst noonday weight, 
that minikin narrative
of a lamp and the door,
and guesswork cadence
framed by the window. 

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