ejected from
safe flannel warmth
by bossy time’s
insistent beat,
I patter early
as the world
outside the kitchen glass
grows light,
and see two cousins
on each side,
one bathed in light.
kept safe,
the other riding out
a winter storm,
its spare brown stalks
both memory and promise
of reunion.
January 28, 2015 at 10:51 am
Wonderful!
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January 28, 2015 at 10:23 pm
Thank you.
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