Snow Day #3

So much excitement, barely any room left for rest.

This is when we put our desire for sustainability to the test,
to me, our time is precious, and I will do my best to protect it.

Wake up, happy birthday, you are alive
it is daytime, singing within a legacy,
carving out our own patch of history.

I want to piggyback you across the entire apple orchard, koala-bear backpack.
I want to hold your waist in the kitchen by the cutting board.
I want to kiss your lips on the dock at midnight, where viscous black-hole gravity water
will enfold us.
Free from clothing, and land, and the steady march of the minute hand.

All this delicious possibility slowly ripples beneath us.

[For Danielle, circa Feb 2015]

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