She'd come home
Giddy with occasion
And open every window
To the frigid night sky
"Letting the New Year in"
Her flurry of movement
All petticoats and perm
Wafting the zest and strength
Held within her tiny frame
Like the very breath of spring
As I work the blade into the painted seals
Of windows she'd never see
It's that spirit I'm clawing to invite
Longing to throw open every window
And let her in
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