my mind plays tricks on me — a poem

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my mind plays tricks on me…

snow falls – yet singes my skin

chamisas freeze – and yet i sneeze.

i may as well be a snow-cloaked branch

masked, unable to see

that standing still – i too may freeze

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my mind plays tricks on me…

sun hides – yet lights my day

ground iced – and i yet i stride.

i may as well be a nesting hawk

grounded, unable to feel

the wind that carries me still….

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