2/30 a personal dictionary of obscure emotions

What’s that word for future missing; being in an experience and knowing someday it will fondly remembered and deeply missed? Trees reach dark fingers toward black sky, while snow floats gently down and gathers on your eyelashes as we chat about work, and errands, and other banalities.

* I’m writing 30 poems in 30 days to take a writing risk for my students. Eek… it’s hard.

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