Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above

It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily

So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...

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Under an old quilted blanket, starbursts of autumn colors,

We sat, listening to unembellished stories of the past

In the light of mismatched candles placed on flat surfaces,

Throwing occasional shadows to dance on the walls

With a cadence that matched the tempo of her voice

And swept us away to a time when water was fetched.

It was winter both inside and ...

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