Bright as a brass bell
sounding out this morning
Rumblings of the garbage trucks
lumbering along the street
An early morning cough
still tickling my throat
Quick flights out front and back
grabbing bin and tossing out
Slapdash feeds of cat and birds
to chase away the frosted air
before it grabs under clothes
Bush and window, post and branch
chiseled in the sharp clear light
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