Kisses
After the blasts of back-to-backstabbing cold, sleet, and snow,
Over these last four weeks or so,
The past few days' reprieves of unseasonable degrees
Have beckoned our whole doldrumed city out of doors.
We're leaving coats at home, exercising our freed souls,
In a collective sigh of restored spirits,
After winter's unorderly onslaughts and chaotic dissipations.
All of us are wishing we could kiss the sun
And gaze deeply, through the cerulean sky's eye, into its mind,
To shine our gratitude for the privilege of being alive,
That the blazing, transformative source and end of existence
Might reciprocate our elation, with rays that never quit kissing us.
02/12/11 - (2)
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