Add Ins To Brownie Mix

dumpster

crunches under the feet of snow.

The ice of the Puddles breaks like glass.

busily running my dog,

in thick fog invisible. A raven croaks

in somewhere.

The breath whiter than fog.

The morning silence a pleasure.

Someone fed white, brown, green painted

mouths.

glass drumming on the walls, rattling bursts

to it.

insatiable bellies

play the double bass dull -

a dumpster Blues grounded

my fairy Eiskonzert.

there a short time later still, as before ...

crunches under the feet of snow.

soft thin out the fog.

I walk in the winter morning.

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