two loaves of pumpkin spice bread
baked
snowgazing through the window
ignored
season two down at the docks
rewatched
green bean and tempeh red curry
cooked
now on to red wine and zombies
sundayed
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
mArch will be mArch
remember to try again
even inside your crisp white envelope
i can smell the orange in the air
the rivers are plotting your newness
fields are flexing for the sky's mirror
tree limbs are tickling trunks
and soft breezes have begun to smile
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