Fixed

I feel stalled
+++and confounded.
Snow
+++not yet fallen
+++chills me and
+++gets in my way.

I do not want to slow down,
+++let go,
+++wait.

Yet I must,
+++either restlessly
+++or willingly.
Nothing seems fixed.

Saturday predawn II, at home, Worcester, MA.

Ambiguous word:
+++repaired
+++or stuck in place.

Would the repair be
+++to let it flow?
Molasses in winter.

 


Image: “Saturday pre-dawn,” by Mike Shell (3//12/2022)

 

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