A little warmth with
Cool edges to burrow
Is a forgiving thing.
The palm trees at sunset
Waving just above freezing,
The guests at the inn
Blown in from the north,
Swapping human narratives
And measurements of the cold,
The real cold, the savannah
Ape killing cold of the mountains
Left behind, are gleeful.
We're here now. We're free.
Let's come back here, let's
Get welcomed to come again.
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