Freeing

I imagine Ms Dickinson
Dressed in white
On this deep, dismal night
Writing outside

With a piece of yellow chalk
Drawing a bright
Smiley face on the sidewalk
By her house

Thinking about possibility
Inevitability of
Cloud covered conversations
She can pen

When all that freeing power
Glooms yet again
But then, blooms just as soon
As I imagined

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