a grumpy gift: Dab Of Warmth — Elan Mudrow

There are mild spotsbetween winter’sbeating of greyness Where breaths, in ease,are breathed…gloves are placed in pocketsor lost on streets of snow Mixed in that scattered brown batterof orphaned leaves. The sun appears as a strangerspeaking a forgottentongue, yet familiar tone Trying to place a lull onthe ceaseless movement of carsslicing through premature melt Inviting the […]

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