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A little something I wrote a few months ago:
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Hope and Salt
Scents of roasted chestnuts and warm beer
whirled round by a breeze ripe with flakes.
Gloves and coat on between shops in the Salt-town,
Edelweiss trinkets for sale in little booths
and the taste – the joy -
of Christmas
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Cobblestone paths snake round the castle.
The rough German in my ears turns warm and festive.
Hearty Apfelstrudel and Heiße Schokolade do better
than any blanket or roaring fire.
Twinkling lights in sky and window bring the thought
of singing angels.
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And for a moment I think I see it -
as I look back -
the mouth that spoke the universe
crying out for mother’s warmth and milk.
