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March Madness
The dogs utter wistful snores in makeshift beds
As spring snow builds silent drifts behind warm glass.
Warm glass
A glass of Tequila warmed by my beach-weathered hands
On a Mexican night too many Septembers ago.
Septembers ago
Moons past, we spent a September week loving each other
With reckless abandon, laughing, possessed, exploring boundaries.
Exploring boundaries
We sluiced through jungles and explored the depth of bottles of Cuban rum,
Played doorman for Mayan gods who retaliated with red rage in the darkness.
The darkness
Sunrise followed us home, but does not exist without the darkness,
Which consumed us for untold ages, consumes us still.
Us still
Waiting still as the spring snow builds silent drifts,
Waiting still for the warmth of rage to fade,
For the boundaries of darkness to ease,
For another September.
Photo Title: Green Apples
Denver, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart’s sanctuary.” – Augusta Evans
