Loves
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If I Were Dreaming
If I were dreaming,
would the cold and snow still bite my face
in the winter
when I went skiing?
If I were dreaming,
would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)
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Tell You
To tell you
what fall is
if you didn't know
would be the task of a poet,
and even my best words
wouldn't tell you,
really.
I could tell you what it's like
to look up at the hills
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Just a House
It's just a house, they all say.
It's NOT just a house.
Not to me, it's not.
It's my home.
This is where I learned, everything.
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contemplating life on a gondola ride in autumnal vermont
fall isn't what you think it is.
fall isn't
pumpkin spice lattes and
smoky bonfires and
cinnamon candles and
your new maroon woolly cardigan that was on sale for
Thanksgiving or Halloween or whatever