dirt on the welcome mat

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we came
dressed in white-
nothing serious
or symbolic,

just clumsy animal-shaped,
cloud-draped
dreamers
stumbling around
too close to the sun

covering smiles and handshakes
in bleached
cotton candy pillow fights
morning mist
and whens and whys


The sky’s eyelashes
Give their Eskimo kisses
To my windowpane.
There’s no screen to catch
The soft breathless tip-touches,
Clouds blush bright lightning
As cold glass brushes
Their most subtle tenderness,
Sealed invitation
.