Dream During a Winter Storm | Theresa Darling

Last night I swam in the fragrance of apricot blossoms.

This morning, my feet pound the basement steps
Down into cold damp, where black mold claims the walls
Eating away each moment, while in every cranny lacey cobwebs 
Dance, a lover's final wave goodbye. 

Why do I believe this darkness, while above is angel snow,
Blue jay, chickadee, crow songs flying headlong 
Bravely into the wind? I do what must be done below 
Then climb the wooden stairs and know

Last night I swam in the fragrance of apricot blossoms.
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