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saturday morning in CV
wake up at six thirty
the air lingering
with woodsmoke
cold for late june
i can
see my breath rise
in small clouds by the open window
open my mouth for
the cool air
cherries dropping outside
sinking into wet red muck
I hear robins fluttering the leaves
i like the early morning feeling
of waking up vulnerable and
untouched by the day, just yet
...
i leave on the 18th! holy shiiiiit. Montreal seems very scary and far away
wake up at six thirty
the air lingering
with woodsmoke
cold for late june
i can
see my breath rise
in small clouds by the open window
open my mouth for
the cool air
cherries dropping outside
sinking into wet red muck
I hear robins fluttering the leaves
i like the early morning feeling
of waking up vulnerable and
untouched by the day, just yet
...
i leave on the 18th! holy shiiiiit. Montreal seems very scary and far away