A big chunk of moon rock,
white in the western sky. Blue sky in the western sky. Sun softening the bark of the silver maples, like honey. Snow on the ground. Everything perfect.
A very thick frost on the windshield. I have cold fingers by the time I'm done scraping.
The flag at the Fairwater cemetery is off-kilter to the northwest. In all directions, blue sky, snow on the ground.
At Five Corners, the Corner of the Dead Children, the skateboard still leans against the post; now the end of it stands in the cold snow. The image of it is stark and lonesome.
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