poured into a frosted pint glass from the freezer
the beer ribbons amber-brown billowing a head
caramel-colored like a Dr. Pepper ice-cream float
sometimes my childhood rises before me in a glass
everyone is home and i drink alone as usual
waking to a fog-wrapped morning replacing
the sudden blanket of snow from a week before
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i have lived my life
like a fist raised in protest
denying my palms and fingertips
the world they desire to hold and touch
my arm numb because
once a secret you cherished
i am now dirt swept under the rug
as you have begun putting your house in order
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sunshine rises like a gentle hand
to wipe away morning's fog-mask
and the day warms like the promise
of spring waving just past winter
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