Winter Walks
Swirling snow encased in streetlights glow
Barely noticed another late night walk alone
Thoughts lost to other days, parallel worlds
Existence containment within fabric of time
Sure, wasn't fucking detailed dreams of her
her warm hand laying graceful my forearm
driftwood chair along Lake Michigan shores
Drove me from underneath goose comforter
Meander aimless contented winters cold dark
Visions of August yellowed butterflies, tall grass.
Barely noticed another late night walk alone
Thoughts lost to other days, parallel worlds
Existence containment within fabric of time
Sure, wasn't fucking detailed dreams of her
her warm hand laying graceful my forearm
driftwood chair along Lake Michigan shores
Drove me from underneath goose comforter
Meander aimless contented winters cold dark
Visions of August yellowed butterflies, tall grass.
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