Tuesday we woke 

to high lines 

of snow along 

the birch limbs 

out our bedroom 

window. 

Two days later

snow has congealed 

to slush balls 

that fall 

to the ground 

with thuds. 

Frost shadows 

rest across grass 

and asphalt. Sky 

changes mood 

from fog 

to blue. 

They are counting 

votes again 

in Arizona. 

They will 

count again 

elsewhere. 

The country’s 

mood changes 

from slush 

to thud 

to fog 

to blue. 

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