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In a certain faraway land
by t.wagner

The frost coats my windshield, ignores the sunrise
my breath a small cloud as I scrape two circles on the glass
one front, one back

I imagine you are inside the car
fingers in bright red mittens
wrapped around a mug of coffee, waiting

for the horizon to turn blue
for the defrost to finish its job
for the heater to warm up your feet

for me

 

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