The cold air sneaks
in
but I am
comfortable.
The cat won't go
outside.
An almost full moon,
another beautiful
dinner, drinks,
and a smoky,
peaty scotch
I like too much.
I lie in bed
and dream real things.
Life lived as
an educated guess,
an approximate thing.
More. That is all we need,
all that we want.
The old lie,
more
or less.
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