fig.092) don't tell, it's right outside This winters only bone magnet is white and shiny like a smooth lamb of the shore. It's solid and has some heft to it. Though I wouldn't want to smash a walnut or flatten someone's beak with it, I'd say that it's right good enough for opening a solid door or making most tight shoes fit. This winters only spring is on us like a suit of dusty larks in mud. There's is a singing song that's worth its time under the warm but distant sun. I'll lay my coat down upon the ground and smooth back my hair to hear it better. The clock will wait for me as I find my comfort in this dust. It'll wait right here doing as I do. With my ass below me and my pockets full of juice, I might wait for spring all day. Being a wonder in the flat of this grass watching as the clouds roll away.