Monday, January 17, 2011

"Instant poem inspired by my departure from the Dry Cleaners"

Eskimo Kiss

The older I become,
the more I freely realize how
     quickly
the weather can change.

Albeit warm to cold, cycles encircling
around, inside and out. Up
close or so far away, everything
     I feel
can be said,
unequivocally,
        with a simple kiss.

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