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ROCK ON
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One squirrel holds his cup with both paws,
steam curling like a question mark.
The other leans back too far~
almost tips the whole affair
into snow. They laugh in chirps,
adjust their knitted scarves.
Their chairs creak
complaining about winter.
Mittens off, they cradle warmth,
watching the marshmallows slowly
drown. A third one watches
from the fence, uninvited.
No hurry. The cocoa’s deep,
the evening long.
Their chairs rock them
like a branch in the wind.
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