The green expanse of grass

Where Lacey and I stroll

 Is cold-whitened in the chill overnight

It scrunches underfoot,

resembling

 Chinese crisped seaweed

specially bleached

Above, across the morning blue

White clouds stretched taut

Like varicose veins pulled thin in a late winter sky.

We’re icy cold and missing you

So we’re returning 

homeward bound, both dog and...

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