posted · in the month with three suns and no afternoon
dearest —
the snow here is not white. it is many colours.
today the sky put on a small show for nobody.
i clapped, briefly, into a mitten.
the dog from town does not know my name
but waits for me by the fence. — k.
the writer is the same one who is not lonely in the mountains. the sky's show is the aurora; the clap was honest. the fence-dog is, perhaps, a different dog.
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