Friday, January 20, 2012

Renovation

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In the death of winter after the leaves fall
The cold wind scrapes at the bare walls
Dust, debris, of things that used to be something
And will be something else

When the wind becomes a pleasant balm in the heat
When we sit and talk
Of the death that set the path for the new
That to rebuild, we had to tear down.

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