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Winter in La Teste de Buche

This winter comes with

the sounds of a man

sitting on a straw

chair

that

sinks


into


sandy


dunes


strumming a guitar


to the beat of bare feet

marching on the sand,


shades of green found

in plaid day scarves

roaming a Christmas market

and fresh seaweed decorating

plates of oysters.

Enriching aromas come

from clover and cinnamon,

pine and enflamed rum, and

bold apples dripping in

sugar candy syrup

by an indoor fireplace-

with reds in the form of

hot wine and berries

on a burning holly branch.


Eyes closed I

take a deep breath

and bring dark

quotidian coffee to

my lips, sipping

winter metaphors before

placing my hands back

in my lap.

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