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[endofmarch]

As the wild geese go south
and the world falls asleep
I wake up slowly from my heated slumber.

I let the cold touch my toes and my knees
I shiver in the morning light
I curl up. I stretch out.
My lungs fill with icy air.

As the animals hide beneath the earth
I thread upon it.
I've never been more awake then when
the snow falls
and silence cover the world.

(winter 2008)
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