Somewhere South

I know someone.
Who stood in an open
doorway
midway
through a winter season
while an abnormally warm breeze
invited itself into the house.

That someone stood with
eyes closed and head tilted upward.

Pleasing smile upon an equally pleased face.

Winter is long this year.
Upon the breeze from somewhere
hundreds of miles to the south,
hintings.

Imaginations.
Temptations.
To throw winter away
as if it were last evening’s burnt roast.

I know someone.
Who last week
at the drop of a hat
packed a change of clothes
and a pair of sunglasses.

On the way.
Hundreds of miles.
Somewhere south.

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