A letter home

January was busy.
I awoke in a
blue blaze of dawn.
A streak of sunshine
passing through my words.
At the end….
I was pushed away.
Like a small boat.
Another small bridge
over the months and days.
But I would gladly
wash these times,
over my whole body.
Than dance alone
in the winter noon.

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