Free

It snowed all day and
did not stop.  At four degrees
it was too warm to lie -
the flakes disappeared in wet
ground.

No going out today:  unpacked,
washing on, I mainly sat,
contemplated the distinction:  here
to there.  Talked it all through -
the thoughts, the endeavour, the
miles.

Vintage champagne -
I can't recall, exactly, what
I did in 2012 - half way
in to the stretch
of purgatory
like a sentence.

Glad to be
before my fire
contemplate the freedom
of my days.

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