Sunday, April 4, 2010

Poetry prompt was history, very loosely

April 4

Season changing heavy for light
I find a pair of your blue jeans in the basement
I plop the knit scarf pile into a box and grab these soft, worn jeans
You're not here but these are
I try them on and they fit perfectly the way you fit me
Winter is history
I await your return

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