A Snowy Day
The snow has blurred the world's edges, making it an Inness painting,
Almost without color, simply lines of white and gray. A perfect place
For contemplation, less so for ambitious acts, I sit and suit myself to it
With bourbon and a book.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-02-12 at 21:16
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