Squirrels2poet2queen

Warm, sweet concoction loosening winter's cold grasp. No more shivering

Cold circles ... Everywhere ... Surround mind ... Squeeze the heart ... Closer. Closer! Killing feelings ... Close ... In suffering ... Cold circles, circles of chain ... In me ...

it’s been a long time coming all this running up and down the coast and inside, along the mountain lines with and without brothers sisters blowing kisses their hair a’mess a’blest by languid breeze— unless you’ve rolled the distance you mighten’t know the difference in and out of autos up and down those highways all the colored canvas skies unique over every state looking for some solace rollin’, feeling homeless not without a house but instead without a place