stars eddying in the wind's hollows—the coywolf's cries 306: November 2nd 2019 | bottlecap
- Last night the temperatures dropped from 71 degrees on Halloween night, to 28 degrees the next. There was such a carrying on of wind, such curlicues of rattled leaves, such a confusion of limbs and downfall of trees pushed this way and that, that we lost electricity, wifi, and phone—all. There was no way to get in and out of town but on class four roads—the irony. We still don’t have wifi, and so I’m sitting at the Apple Coöp in White River Junction. All this is a way of explaining why this haiku is so late in arriving.