A Dying fly
On thin wings a fly spins
Like a child’s top
An Icicle
An icicle drips high above
A windshield;
Three feet of sculpted water
Dripping profusely.
Old Christmas Lights
Some bulbs of blinking white hang
Around rusted metal railings.
Two broke.
An Old Sock
Once sky blue, now grayed,
Ankle sock lies; half covered
By new snow.
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