In the Sunshine of Our Life
She’s out there in the cold
And I alone in her warm house
The moose is on the branch
She the owl, white as rice
I write of nature, because it is her nature that she play soccer
In 40 degree weather
8pm on a weeknight
While I type in her living room
Reforming myself
Seeing the monkeys on the branch
Realizing the leaf may not block us forever
For the sun appears as everything blows
In The Sunshine Of Our Life
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