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::: Cauldron In The Sky :::

There is a cauldron in the sky bubbling
With forgotten memories of knitted sweaters
used to warm the pain
in the mind’s winter

you float toward it and fly into half of a cloud
shaped like a parenthesis that ends your thought
then the memories rush in
as you
find the green wool
and cover yourself

the days in the hills like the Sound of Music
the smiling chlorine filled water of life
the Eskimo and butterfly love making
glowing with fresh lust
as fresh as a two minute old haircut

Written by: ~ Janelle Finamore