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February 25, 2016
The trees reach
Like a painting against the sky
The sun bleating through branches
And bouncing off the snow
My heart flips within my ribs
And I feel the solid chin beneath my skin.
I am happening this way
Happening in this space.
Life is a sudden comfort: peace and joy.
And then it is taken away
The reaching trees turning to perhaps.
I can never find another reach.
Can never go back home
Into the comfort of familial arms.
We must stumble ahead, pushing the
Clinging branches out of our way
Faces turned into the wind
While trees reach.