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partofme

last
the chance of rain
was rising
somewhere east
the dark storm cloud
held the hope
of cold and something
part for us –
the taking of

the stir
of chill
beneath the fire –
the breath of warmth
before the wind
drops of faith
beyond the window
folding close –
not near enough

. . .