Winterscore ©
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
I dream of these moments
I dream of these moments
As far apart as stars
Wishing they were notes played
In three quarter time bars
Feeling the ebb of grace
That departs in a bolt
A car honk, a question
A new thought, a leg jolt
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