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February 14, 2003

Valentine from a Park in Winter

Winter doesn't love us much
The leaves of Fall, the Summer lawns, are gone
And Spring's blooms but a rumor
Yet to come, yet to come

The heart of Winter holds its warmth
Close to the breast and blows a kiss
That freezes on the wing
Brittle wind, brittle wind

Wind and wing
And water sharp as shattered glass
Winter loves us not at all
But love it back, love it back

Seasonless through passing time
We will love as love we can
Winter-tested hearts aflame
Valentine, Valentine
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