i have cleared the ash
from the bottom of the fire
to place cedar on glowing embers
to save something that has been forgotten
but has not gone out
like you waking up, as
we walk up the stairs
in my room it is still cold
under two blankets and wool sweaters
i can feel warmth
like arms around me
and today my mom asked
if i feel more grown up
-Hannah
Looking through vertical blinds half open
Disrupts the strong December morning sun
Smoke alarms and carols won't awaken
Stirring only after arms wrap me up
Under the sun we still feel the wind's chill
It is too much, the 6 hour divide
I can't hold you enough to weaken it
Holding on tighter than ever, please stay
Drive into glaring sunlight, road floats on
So quiet, the warmth trapped under the glass
We don't speak, looking into blinding rays
Roll down the window, smoke curls slowly rise
Reaching out after a year has passed by
Lonesome for foreign seas and shores and skies
-KM
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