Saturday, January 21, 2012

lament in winter

I don't want to remove my clothes
I don't perspire much, I'm old
I've left behind fever
I've small defense against cold

I pretend the green house is tropical
limes and lemon blossoms collude
if I slept here as does my cat
clothes might be optional

I go to bed with socks and sweater
stripping as I warm to flannel sheets
in the morning I can dress before embarking
from the heat of the night nest

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