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Another Time, Winter Gave Me This Crazy Sweater

But winter’s best gift is
this forgotten space
which only craves color.
When months keep bringing white
only white, then this secret door
Opens–orange scarf on green chair
purple mittens dropped in snow
on the desk this canning jar
filled with colored pens
is enough to hold it open
Enough for now

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