This watery
place.
Standing
beneath
the Walnut
in my snow
covered
leather shoes
the skin
of another
keeping my
feet warm
there are
yellow
tulips
waiting
underneath
the ice
and fiery
stars
scattered
across the
endless dark
for us
to hang
our stories on
infant minds
blossoming
in the quiet
flickering
light
and the only
question after
everything
tired eyes
staring back
from the dark
morning
reflection
is how
to love
more fully.
.
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