Today I blog tomorrow I sell fresh bread
Look outside
Do you see the cold
rise with an exhale
of breath
Sleep on concrete
huddle in arms
awaken to boot marks
awaken to stars
Tonight I sleep
warm in bed
snuggled close
alarm set
Glance out the window
see the cold on glass, frozen
dark sky and stars glare
through the truth
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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