soaring through the street
to the chatter of my teeth
4 saints on a dashboard
garbage in a line like school children
christmas trees laid out at their wakes
tinsel waving in the wind
unsaluted flags
return to the joy of naked in my bed
i celebrate
the beautiful
the collective warmth
and i am blessed
to feel the alive
of the wind rip through me
to share their smiles and eyes
and feel our laughter
and return to my song
and this sweet purr
and all of my ache
is about the desire
to share this
which burns and flows
over and out of me
and in peace
i float in it
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