gray morning
coffee & key lime pie
dark-winged bird-filled picture-taking
sometimes you need actual family (blood and
bone and smile lines shared) to make art
with you to feel how good it is to be
alive making art
every single day especially
the gray ones the shudder of something
you lost something you forgot something you
dreamed and somehow
loved
tiptoeing along clavicle and elbows
hushed, tender, murmuring, then
taken up, away, away!
in the february wind
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