Wednesday February 08, 2012

Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.

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  1. flat white coffee, sugar.
    slow drip of the tap, and the clock
    patting uniform slices of time into place.
    parrots banter back and forth, a measure
    each of contention and celebration.


  2. Wafted back and forth by the jet-stream, ultimately downwards.

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