Feb 19, 2007 07:35
good morning.
i slept very well, thank you.
toast, eggs and coffee.
still snow and there's ice hanging,
like teeth from the top of the house.
the trees are bending down to meet me,
curling under and inward, upon themselves,
until the bough breaks.
but i can laugh all that i want and i can sing now,
in ways that feel good and sound strong.
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