Sunday, December 14, 2014

the right to have winter with fruit on the bottom

The title of a failed poem I wrote under grey San Francisco skies. In Florida winter, the light is cut like quartz, freed from the heaviness of its summer heat. It is still sultry elegant, floaty warmth. Come dream into that exquisite arch with me.

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