Saturday, January 24, 2015



January morning. Turn a tap,
find a miracle. Ice-cold lake

tamed to fill my glass,
slaking my thirst. So cold, so sweet—

throat tissues quiver joyfully.    
To remain this alive                                   

all it would take
to be called crazy, beyond reach. 

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