Friday, February 22, 2019

within the teacup

when it feels i no longer need the refill
of
you
tethered and bound
by airplanes & ground
when the day's map comes wrapped in linen winter
threaded upon the morning's fire...

i rest here
pressed between he panes of ice blue forgiveness
and flannel
a wall
thick with remembrance
and the smell of spring's promise
crystal chill-snap
bracing this white sky sunlight
this
enfolding
to self

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