in our little world
the rain abates.
yesterday's walk which was so difficult
presents no trouble today.
im dry and warm
and food is on the table.
Time changes the shapes
in our hands into
very different things.
flight of the paper crane
and yawning sunrise.
Night over day over night
under day. Little sunshine
peeks its head above the covers,
a long, long nighttime of tales
and an infinite day of love,
bundled together.
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