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March Journal: Wednesday, March 6, 2013


The sun races up onto horizon’s

crest and out into the city’s wide

bare-limbed crystal-cold air. The runner

races up the hill to crest into

a wide-faced embrace of ravishment,

sweat and glare. With its soundless trumpet

blast of frosted light, sun’s advances

are abrupt and indiscriminate.

It flashes silver across driveway

roofs of cars. It glazes east-gazing

windows of every house in gleaming

frozen waterfalls. Its sheen splashes

the pavement slopes with alabaster

satin. Blindness is its other name.

Don Mager