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I think I’ve safely

let go and now

I’m wintering out

the back end of a strange year.

A word with shadows and

it’s all apogee and ecstasy

when the sun warms my skin

and the air sings sinewy coffee melodies, exhales

“Let the seasons begin.” Looking back,

I see distance and everything is understandable–

tiny footprints, small kisses, short loves. This feels like

loss. Or does it

feel like reverence?

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