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November 26, 2005

a little hotham on a cold night

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 11:42 pm

Nearly midnight: it’s too late to squeeze out any punditry,

but there’s no reason not to savor some of Gary Hotham’s



night snow–

the house



rook horiz


my move

their move

morning clouds





deserted tennis court

      wind through the net





loud wind

the bed unmade

all day





  • by dagosan                                               

snow falls

from a low gray sky –

she lifts the sauce pan lid


                           [Dec. 3, 2004] 



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