2.3 February Morning
An afterworld chill
hangs like velvet curtains
across the living room
knocking from my shoulders
the warm cloak of bed
and the sparrows
calling out sanctuary
from the top of my
wall unit air conditioner
draws me like it does them
until all that lies between
is one thin wall
and the same
desire for warmth
which brought us here.
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