PUEBLO MICHIGAN part ii A

snow shower —
a plate of fries
drenched in salt

snow shower —
i am drowned in it
spilt salt

snowflakes —
at finger tips
salted fries

noticing
the weight of snowflakes
poured salt

such an accumulation
of sunshine…
squeezed mustard

golden sunset
drips down…
squeezed mustard

sun on the horizon…
a dollop of mustard
rises

evening sun
sitting for a while…
a dollop of mustard

dwindling sunshine
the mustard drips slowly
from the bottle

dappled sunlight
a long burst of mustard
from the bottle

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