no longer bully-blocking
my frozen rabbit hole
in the great Northeast
they now get daily invitations
from me to visit
have some coffee
hang around my entrance
the blackest and thickest
might even bring rain
when you’d hear
the desert sand sizzle
before the ground gulps
the ahhhh of trees drinking
my soul splashing barefoot
our mid-morning tea party
full of smiles
under a grumbling sky
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