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Morning on earth, light snow, and just when

it was so warm, practically spring.

But the thermometer in the kitchen window

says seven degrees,

and pretty sunny.

Here’s

the electric company guy I like,

and no sign of the gas guy

I can’t stand.

And all of a sudden two Misters M. —

one I’ve fallen for, the other

a bit of a hotshot —

coming back, both nine years old,

just passing the jasmine bush,

a huge bouquet of sticks.

Behind the door

the dog’s excited, nothing’s

at odds with anything.