Thought So
To feel the start of Spring rain on my face
Add wood to a fire that's warming more than the room
Help sip champagne at a sunset without a sun
Awake in midst of night , unalone
Watch a woodpecker punch a hole in a sugar maple
Then drink
Stand under the drip and try to mouth catch it
Feel Winter's wind knife through five layers of clothing
As a farewell grasping salute of promise
To know these words are not unheard
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