In The Late Winter Days
In the late winter days
Of revolution and dollar chaos
We almost had
A heart to heart,
But it fell apart
Near the start
Of saying what we feel,
Nearly candid and free
T’il the buzz of the bee
Of reality took things
Back to conservative
Conventions of the safe
Roads of hello, how are you,
While our naked emotions
Raced around our minds,
Coming together in an embrace
Of reckless abandon in
That place of imagination.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Back
To Winter”
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Photograph © Adolfo Valente