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Birthday Note
by J. P. Dancing Bear

 

A savant provides the exact number of minutes to a life.
It is November and the Dryads are clinging to their leaves.

I feel myself thinner than before.
Beneath the darkening sky my own light is warmer.

My habits are shed the way a cocoon of an overcoat
is removed to reveal flannel wings.

Further disrobing. I emerge from the layers,
as someone I nearly knew. A new version of my old self

standing at the anniversary party; bare, in a room
full of meteorologists - unafraid of the weather.

 

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