Don't Look Outside
The sun is warm upon my side, and it hasSet the room aflame. I cannot see out
Of the window, so I can pretend it isn't
Winter. Summer's come again. If I
Should turn, I'd see the snow, the river
Frozen over. If I looked up at the calendar,
I'd know that summer's far away, and, if
I moved out of the sun, I'd feel as I did
When I woke, and faced the air, and feared
That, like the river, I would freeze.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2019-02-09 at 00:19




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