December First
It’s Tuesday again
and
as the sun has gilded the sky
and
as the wind has sketched the clouds
can you
put down your pen and come outside
can you
believe you do not need your topcoat
to
sit in the grass and smell winter’s approach
to
have coffee with me in the park by the river
where
we used to go when we were
only
loversand
our
time
was
short
and
precious, it is still, even as we are more, in love, in life, and headed long into our first yuletide
-haze
12/01/98
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