embrace the wild ember of grace
partitioned in the weeds + dandelions
winter syrup from the flowers
Survival in the harsh frost
Of bitterness
In this cold.
And I gotta watch if the cat
Goes out the window when I want a nip
Swearing
The sweet mountain air rolls over from westside sweeping
To these coastal
plains.
Snow on the Beach; I wonder what you look like.
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