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That is such an intent look on the sculpture. 

I would be quite tempted to turn and see what the artist had them looking at... X

hibernating in a winter glaze could be healthy

it's the season

for icy grey clouds

and endless rainy days

when looking through a window

rugged in some old blanket

is a special kind of joy

long missed

writing away 

the endless script for pain

is a medication

I know

guaranteed

to cool the fickle fever of
mandatory mayhem

and

confronting the dark seas of many yesterdays

means

I need to start swimming

or at least

tread water

there is 

no rainbow

no island on the horizon

just a spot of late afternoon light

on some flimsy blossom

that doesn't know that

autumn leaves 

are still hanging on the branch

in the scheme of things

it could be a melancholy light

but I won't let it be

instead

at last

for a little stargate in time

I can break the hold of

alarms and protocols

and connect with the spirit of Emily Dickinson

and smile

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