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somewhereI (2)

what willing spring
shall flutter
as leaves into a stream
to take away
the chill that wears my bones

what blossom
yet imagined
is tempted from the seed
to right the window sill
inside my home

what memory
shall warm me –
as places I have known
a breath of everything I love
when all the rest are gone

. . .