And I don't mean
these teases
but when the daffodils
are all bloomed
and spring
is shouting with
yellow and hope
I will hit snooze
and bear-sleep
through it
a confused
hybernation
saying no
to the "first day of my life"
the aftershock
of December's end
will bite harder
in sunshine and green
but when it slithers away
and the coffee cools
under my insomniac eyes
I will sit
in the middle of
7 am and 7 pm
and will celebrate
12 hours times 2 times 3
there will never be enough times
to celebrate
I am better
without you
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4 comments:
"yellow and hope" (such a fine phrase) gets it going and lets you stitch the quilt till you toss the covers off at the very end, and leave us shivering in your naked emotion.
ah, always you visit and say such nice things. I was lurking around your words this morning too..fine..fine...
amazing
I love this.
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