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Frost
June 29, 2009
I was sick
of Jack Frost spitting in my face, and sculpting white dunes
of gray clouds blocking my sun, and
pitching fastball shadows in the fields.
I wanted to climb he branches
of the Sycamore tree, and take those
clouds in my fists
and pull them apart
like strands of Christmas lights
in January.
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