While looking out the 
Window at this cold
And cloudy Denver morning
I am reminded of
One particularly chilly November
Day I hear the
Sounds and smell the
Aromas and remember then
And now and yet
And even still I
Am there not here
Not now not ever
I wonder why certain
Things cover us up
Like warm blankets drawn
Over our napping bodies
By our treasured memories

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