Chilly Winter Morning - Dec. 31, 2023

heat pours out the vents

washer and dryer rumble

in swishes and tumbles

and the coffee gods

are exhaling in

warm fragrant breaths

I write this poem

wrapped in the comfort

of a down robe and ask

does it ever leave us

the need to be hugged?

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