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POETRY
Candlemas
February blooms warm this year
so the morning patio opens early
as a plant besotted by a false spring
This is the usual way
the usual beginning:
birds singing and the perfume
of an awakening earth on the breeze
Even if it’s only a sigh in her sleep
as she rolls over between dreams
we will take it
and unwrap it slowly
as the leftover foil Christmas chocolates
that masquerade as little gifts
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