Observing Late Afternoon Snow From An Upstairs Window
a white feather boa
between limb crotches
winks through leaves'
gold glitter over
pedestrians below
a sudden flush of heat,
of love, and they don't
know why
isn't love always above us?
poem by Warren Falcon
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