We don’t put away our boots and coats.
Here in Michigan.
Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence.
We jerk awake, in our hammocks.
To a dream of cold snow.
But it was just a dandelion on my nose.
There’s a wind, but it’s warm.
There are clouds but they’re wispy and bright.
So we fall back asleep.
It’s really too...
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