a post-it note from paradise

the day here is painted with
snow, washed out with road plows
and sunshine serum
to take the edges off
(the day keeps drying)

the sky that wraps
around the valley
looms large overhead
pressing blue lines into me
pressing short stares free
into the open air
where every crawling lovely
can come along
and smile

and i am dancing

2008-01-17 | 12:53 p.m.
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