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The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
The River is
A frozen place
Held still between
The trees of lace.
The sky is low
The wind is grey
The radiator
Purrs all day.
January
John Updike
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