Dear firelight
in somber afternoon
with no water or clean floors
or spring scents warming you back to life
you can endure
Dear race cars
no more metal shots from the cameras
friends and family upstairs with vodka/or/gin/or/strawberries
Dear surgeons
bless this last house
standing
I believe, one year later-
we have done well for ourselves
Like you will
when you warm up
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