A LOVE POEM

Photo by S. Auberle

A LOVE CENTO 

after it has been winter for half a year

benign and dozy from our gluttonies

your pastel maps lie open on the counter

i am sitting in the blue chair listening to stillness

this    we say    is our life—watched over

allowed to go where we want

it hardly matters, what time of year

nothing can stop our tenderness
                         ~  Mimi
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for those of you who are unfamiliar with a cento, it is simply a collection of lines--only one from each poet, and then combined in a new way.  Yes, this is an actual form, not just plagiarism!