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i.
november winds blow
a skirl of golden leaves
past my dazzled eyes
ii.
through a dirty pane
i spy a bright red wagon
piled high with kids
the sunlight of their smiles
a counterpoint to the clouds
iii.
the warmth of your breath
emanating from blankets
stirs rebellion
not for love - for escape
from the shackles of the day
iv.
your fear holds you fast
my vexation releases
in a slow exhale
copyright 2009
Marie
Lecrivain |
