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Jan 2014
Snow falls off the roof
A ruffle and soft sound
thumping, falling down
It’s cold here,
but inviting and quiet.
I feel strange wanting
but stubbornly resisting
till I get my way.
I let go, I release.
And the ruffle soft
sound slides along
the tracks of the tin
silver roof of my home.
Is it good enough?
Whatever I have underneath?
When it comes down to it,
will I settle uneasily?
Things open and alter
before the change
serpents into something
I can see.
I can move.
I can breath. I can think
I can speak. So I can.
So I should. So I will.
When I hit the ground
I’m not just for now, I’m
here and I wont
not see what sounds like
stars falling I’ll
live under extraneous
circumstance I’ll
dance even though
I’m average at best
And I’ve got to stop
taking No for an answer
when I’ve already decided
that it has to be
Yes.
Written by
Sydney Beck
386
   Jai Rho
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