because the winter season is cool alone
because even our gardens were chattering new poems
because night dreams demand sharing
because we are human and cling to skin
because one is not enough
because the Spring Of Inspiration flows through all
because our ears demanded concentrated visions
because our tongues were flaming flags
because pages were burning to be unedited flames
because of temporary.and time.and knowledge
that the last dregs of this year needed articulation
so we cleared our pasts by sharing them
and stepped together into this brittle bridge
ice sculpture night,our opened mike
throats bird calling each to each
and found response as in a forest
each tree murmuring applause among the leaves
this human branch/these stretched tendril projections
out on a limb with fellow travelers
wanting safe passage to another dawning
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