Kiss of Inspiration

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After a storm,
the wide plain where I used to live
is an ocean of snow.

And I imagine
that you are
somewhere out there
among the peaks and valleys of the waves
treading water
calling to me
reminding me how you used to
inspire
me with your art.

And I long to
come to you,
lean close and lend you my
kiss
of inspiration

But I awake
to find I’m standing in a
field of snow
raw from the cold
and you
are not there to take
my kiss.

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