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kelseybanerjee
kelseybanerjee Poetry. Flash Fiction.
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snow never comes early down south if luck kisses our brow maybe

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baklava

snow never comes early down south

if luck kisses our brow maybe

an inch near the Epiphany

those days we huddle near the windows

wrapped in wool and the aroma of hot cocoa

baklava bleeding honey, our eyes

nailed to the fences watching cardinals

red wings flapping like poinsettia petals

a warm breath on a chilled grey sky.

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