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easy now
the first caress
of chamomile and flannel –
proof the sun was marked to fade
before the crops were in

cedar burned
and there we go
drifting down the valley
smoke against the timbers
loves we should have known
before the chill
before the rash
of centipedes foretelling
the strength to come
assaulting our regrets

hold me close
keep me warm –
tell me nothing matters
but the sound of two hearts meeting
in the dark

in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun