In the city,
market stalls grow out of
wet winter pavements
Storefronts overflow with knitwear
too heavy for our climate but
I don’t complain
because really, what could be more lovely?

I feel like an off-duty Russian ballerina
small and warm and enveloped;
a childish pleasure.

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