different winters

the day after my parents left
is when the winds finally fell
we had been waiting for weeks
for those below-eighty breezes

i found myself under the
thin blanket for the first time
not to protect myself from the chill
but because it was the first time
in a month that i even could stand to be covered
(those who have never lived in climes
of monsoon and drought do not
understand the novel pleasure
of sleeping under covers)

i had left my homeless home
at a time of sweaters and rain
heaters and heavy blankets;
everything was heavy just then

last year i was gone
for most of the cold
it is tempting to keep running
from too cold to warm
from too hot to cool

this year i will stay
light fires, wrap myself in layers,
protect myself from the rain
dream lazy memories of dusty heat

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