A poem for Monday night: Somewhere and Here

Somewhere in the world a flower is blooming

Right now

Petals are opening, fresh and dewy


Colours bright and delicate against the green

leafy stems

And bees hover close by to gather precious


Somewhere in the world an infant is nursing


Tiny fist curled against mother’s soft skin


Fine hairs quivering with the rush of breath

from kisses

And strong hands wrap the soft blanket


Here the stars are erased by matted clouds ushered

by wind-gusts

Ridges of ice hang like jagged teeth along eaves


Furry bodies snore in musty dens, stomachs gnawing


And the boots are drying on the heating vent because

they leak.


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