Just as autumn arrived, winter was not far behind
Nipping eagerly at our toes while we tried to concentrate on books.
The sweaters came out of closet and boots dusted off. Out rubber clad feet jumped in puddles, reminding us how young we really are.
While the world expects us to apply to their institutions of higher learning,
Our priorities are different. Our wants.
Soft hands in our own, soft lips on our own. A blanket on a soft couch when all we want to do is sleep
And sleep forever.
The flame still flickers
Sometimes it is gentle, sitting on the mantle next to cards from lost aunts.
Other times the flame engulf us, and all we are is a mass of fire,
Ready to consume whatever we cross
Either way, we keep our shining eyes and pert noses
Ears careful to weed out items of importance from quotidian prose
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