that midwinter Sunday
with my parents out
just as the late afternoon dark
crept its shadow across the snow
stark black trees my only audience
i drew a hot bath and stripped bare
threw open the door and ran
once around the house whooping unashamed
naked muscles tensing every sinew shaking
and leapt into a white drift rolling my body
in a million sharp edges of ice
laughing madly inside i ran and slid
down into the steaming tub of water
that winter evening darkening blue
reached through the window into my skin
filling me with warm quiet peace
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