Winter Proof

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Ended as it began

These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone

Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause

Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing

Heaven, Here

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It's our backyard
We're allowed
We allow ourselves
Such rights
As to keep a few toys strewn about
Such pleasures
Of the dancing of sun and shadows
Upon the nearly too-long grass
That feels so silky
So blessedly silky
Against our ankles and feet
And the breeze….

Ruffles

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I plan to be taken
To a place
Where my skin
Shines bright
In the warmth
Of The sun.

To a land
Where The language
Whispers,
“Come up too high.”
“Wear this flower.”
“Live this life.”
“Come undone,”