Response to "The floor is cold"

The dawn is cold, the sky
dim gray at 6:45 a.m.
I’m dressed, ready to drive to work.

We have kept: evenings alone,
walking through gardens,
listening to treasure chest hearts

opening. Now the evening
grows cold; we wrap ourselves
together like a winter scarf.

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See Bolivia Poems, XI. Above poem is also available in Postcard Format.