Vivien Lancellotti
9.27.2012
Winter
Pausing for breath,
white flakes falling
every where;
I am sitting, breathing,
toes curling, seeing.
I see I am.
I feel my mouth receiving,
my neck streaming with
energy afforded for my living.
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