Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.
He comes quietly, night after night,
soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.
He rolls over, and over, stretching
in discontent – purrs once,
twice,
and falls asleep.
Winter Rain
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ballerina in a music box
you are a dancer and so you find a way to dance
through everything:
the hallways, gym class, chorus
when we have to stand, white fields, your dance studio,
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red-cheeked & giddy with hope
we plan sledding days at the country club with a hill
& reminisce about them when summer comes,
recall hours spent tumbling
head over heels into mounds of snow, clutching
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