Conversations (XII) — to pictures I’ve not taken
Your face. The moon through the branches of days.
Morning sprouts from the top of the tree
And brings light down to earth.
Conversations (XII) — to pictures I’ve not taken
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Third Saturday in November
Third Saturday in November
The temperature dropped thirty degrees
Between cups of coffee.
I dreamed my daughters were snowboarding away
Into the future. Then I was made of snow
And they had made me.
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