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who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak
who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets
who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained
a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun
who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name
. . .
tornadoday 