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“light”

November 20, 2009

When it twists through the crystal doorknobs
and casts rainbows on the posters
my mother gave me, from her room
in Andrews, I know that winter fails me.

The light is short-lived, the purposeless
forgetting to sleep early enough,
forgetting the light will rise without them tomorrow.

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