Drift currents

What was left standing
after our winter’s storm,
this tranquile ocean scoured
clean by my changing sands.

Of this winters seas,
I fell in love again.
And then you broke
upon my shore.


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À vous je donne.

Twelve minutes till spring

For a moment
I thought winter
was finally willing
to allow my feet
to grow familiar
with her cold oak floors,
but she was winter
and now I just
wished for you.

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* juste un souhait