By scqueen
Date: 3 February 2001
Fresh Air
Mornings are sacred
when we're up before dawn
tiptoeing through the muck
careful not to wake the ice plant
that will soon be suckled
by hundreds of monarchs
dancing in the sunlight
warming their wings
on an unusually early spring day
A quick squeeze of your hand in mine
is as intimate
as the two we spot making love
at the edge of the grassy clearing
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