The Local Report

#Friday the Thirteenth

“FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH”

Stripped bare of all.
A wind ripped my skin.
Screaming at pine needles to move and sliding on ice.
Yet there was the sun.
She was always there.
She has always been there.
I am warm.

Peter Pyrate Dunn
June 13 2014

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