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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
We crossed the line we had
left hoping in the dirt. Like a
border it had defined our
chirping. Leaves turn brown.
But the distance from hope
to crashing ambitions was
not as great as we had
imagined. We politely
indicated our terms of
disagreement. Dogs barking.
Children running from
yard to yard in a steady
flow of adrenalin games.
We would not look out
the windows. If we did
we might have to confront
sunshine. That would not
be our best way to see.
We have grown used to
the black dark of anger.
It defined our relationship
much better than any
words we could create.
Tripping insects. Little
legs that would not carry
the body into the grass.
The children would stomp
out their lives. We might
consider re-drawing our
lines. But we would not
do so. We had already
erased the doorway
opening into the future.
Shut the window, it is cold.
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Vive le Quebec libre!