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It is cold again
yet my heart is warm
with love for you. Winter
is not my time...I like to be warm
beside you in the night. Warm
in your smile at twilight. Warm
in your big heart. Tell me you will make
the winter short with lots of flowers in the spring.
Tell me, once again, that the poppies will be everywhere
in the garden in no time... |
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Leaves in those seductive colors
relevant only to this
time of year. The sound of your music
overhead. The memory of your hopeful face
in my sleeping. How
did I let you go away from me?
How did I do such a stupid thing? |
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So where's the big storm
they predicted?
Where's all the bluster
we were supposed to be planning for?
Do these weather people know
what they're talking about?
Or are we silly to listen
to them? Nothing like what
they said. And now
I'm disappointed. |
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I t has been blazingly sunny for months and months
now comes the mist
on my windshield, on my eyelids
on my psyche. Every year, when the monsoon hits
I am disoriented
in a new kind of world.
I'm not used to all this water. I think I'm a desert kind of girl...
when we were in Sonora
I felt at home
with the lizards and the coyotes. Now I am here
in the silence. I like it here
except for the rain
and the sound of the thunder in my sleep.
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We went to Tiburon last night
for my birthday. I was
seventy. Can you believe it?
I can't.
It was a warm night.
We ate at Rooney's.
Everything was as perfect
as life can ever be. And still is. |
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Lifetime
