chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Thursday, March 31, 2011
driving up the mountain
from the clatter of rain--
flapping wipers, squash of water and fling--
into ethereal silence
white flakes that veer away from the windshield
float off on a cushion of air
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