leaping up from bed
when the day starts with promise
things you want to do
leaping up from bed
when the day starts with promise
things you want to do
winter trees ablaze
branches stark on flaming sky
one of nature’s tricks
throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
time to sit and watch
sunlit water on steel falls
a bronze fish leaping
the paper shredder
whispering a requiem
the visions we shared
hail stones clattering
tight faces behind drawn hoods
lean into the storm
a truck rumbling by
the mind snags, unfinished tasks
colliding with dreams
the house still asleep
I go out in my night-clothes
to sit with the dog
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
She/her
a gendered creation
the lock, the door
he/him
the key
it turns
the key is the key
the lock waits
the lock
is turned
barrels
turning
or not
the lock
is locked
to he/him
she/her
Is locked
in
they/them
ID
ology
I dream so I write ..
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