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Some Winter Left



As if

the sound of cars for off

mattered

you say you can't be bothered by

"explanation." True,

acceptance might be anywhere

outsided the windows

or beside the highway

where fires of the dark burn still.

Come out and say it if it's

real to you all

The lifting of the sun on cold mountains,

warm

slants of light on the wood floor.

Stillness, becoming true.

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