12/28/2010

I wanted to know how he felt for awhile
so I put on his shoes and
smoked one of his cigarettes
If I'd stayed who I was
I'd probably've put it out
But while i was out there
I thought about the swans
Sleeping in our front yard
We always hope for snow on that day
But their white feathers
Shining under the ice
Bathed in blue behind their
Tails and s-necks
Black eyed beauties with their speckled young
Just their pretty Had our eyes on those days
But mostly though
their willingness
To be there
And how I woke to the white
Still tucked in from dark
Next to the blue in the front
That alone was more delightful and calming
Than than the glowing red footprints
In the blue footprint'd snow's dawn

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