a clearness for winter sight

paper to window glass
squeaking and streaking as i clean best i can
a clearness for winter sight
while the smell of plastic burning
rises from a neighbor’s chimney
and the orangey muted sunsetting light
lands on the gold stubs in the fields of shorn corn
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the loud roar/hum
of the combines and accompanying machines
harvesting the soy in the field arcoss the way
the sound eating up the cold night
as the headlights move through
the fields
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the big shadows of big pieces of fluffy snow
swirling down
cast on the front window’s sortof translucent curtains
by the glow of the too bright streetlight that i hate
though tonight, because of this kinetic shadow show, i appreciate
that profane thing and its led glow