Monday, January 21, 2013



The sun comes in sharper, clearer through the single-paned glass

on the 74 year-old door.

That same window filtered her sun

as she lived and as she died.

I snuggle in a blanket,

let it warm my face.

I wonder if the same window will shower sun on me when I'm 74.

It's still 37 years away,

but these first 37 have gone by fast.


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