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Mountains of Florida January 28, 2016

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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Gray and warm this Christmastime —
not the intense cold of upstate Illinois —
it’s like Wisconsin there most of the time.
Escaping was the easy part, surviving,
now that’s been another thing altogether.
It’s like mountains of Florida, an uncanny dream,
a partially digested thought, bad weather.
What I didn’t know then is still out of reach
but it doesn’t matter and it’s set aside.
I was that grade school kid everyone wanted to teach:
Vacant eyes, straight horizontal mouth, from a graphic novel.
So, when I tell you I wasn’t in the room when it happened,
that could be true, until the story begins to unravel.
Then, I’m back on State Street, it’s Chicago, Marshall Fields windows,
it’s Christmastime and I find myself contemplating
the mountains of Florida again.

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