I made a self-portrait.
the chin was longer
the bushy eyebrows
the same.
Friend said it looked like
an orange.
I thought it was
you.
not the jaw, not the eyes,
not the face.
You.
Running from the fire
it struck me- the warmth
was actually cozy and pleasing.
Should I turn to burn
or run to embrace the spring
ahead?
Pelting on the mind, the drops
splatter. Still
not enough to
lighten up the
dried sentiments.
What will?
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