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The Sun Enfolds Me
The sun enfolds me in its wealth of light
Caressing eyes and making love seem right
Forgot,the lonely darkness in a trance
When spring begins its equinoxal dance
Forgotten too is how the frost can bite
And how warm lethargy turns day to night
As we lie indoors like parasites
Into lighted windows, I will glance
A minor crime when brightness draws my sight
Here’s a drying rack with clothes mutant
Here’s a sill entirely filled with plants
Imagine you’re a spy and see our plight
The mirror crackles, full of long-held spite
Copyright ©
Katherine Braithwaite
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