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Wins

There's so much light

pouring through

a window pane

when the rain

fell down

like it did

today

and like how I

climbed

the butte with

you

and how you made

the tea

settle in

with me

when we go

home

after our legs

have been worked

in

and you'll stir the

soup

and yell at the

whistling kettle

for singing its song

too loudly

it's when the sun

is filling the room

and my legs are

dangling on you

that the light

wins,

and wins again.

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F / American

Published: Aug 14, 2015
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