Monday, January 22, 2018

January

we are this curve of wonder
the child begins to look up
holding you in their eyes
resembling what they are

rooting, it is breath taking,
muting loose exile, makes
breath possible to choose
on days when many days

of wry winter are chased by
many more days of winter

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