A day that leaps
- or even a year -
holding the extra time
(the precious moments)
which does not fit into
our framework of days
All the "misfits"
swept together
from one year to another
Until their congregation
no longer needs to hide:
Parading and jumping and singing and dancing.
Then the 24 precious hours
are gone.
A sun rising high
A moon hollowing the sky
And I
sit here, thinking of you.
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