Sunrise is all dragon fire
skies, translucent breath,
and absent headed
searching for keys
to rooms held open.
The fresh heft of friends
in snow, after holiday.
And like all stories,
made of truth
mischief and boredom.
What does it make of me?
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I had looked forward to today--on the family calendar as a college orientation day for Nu. But kids and families were separated early in the...
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