funny what this does
to you
i
see
your face (all the time)
in the forest
with
the trees
in winter
when
they have lost
their hair
and
all those scragged edges
cry out
to me "love me, love me"
i feel your heart
(it fades)
as bedraggled as the sun,
while
it scrapes
across
the hard-edged furor
of a
january tree
in snow...
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