we feasted through the week, and now we're finished.
i suppose some like to consider sunday the first, but
i rather enjoy lavishing it as the last, the hem of mid february.
potting soil was mixed and bagged, chestnuts baked and ground,
valentine's day enjoyed with a small chocolate heart, sweet coffee,
some paper flowers and a meal of friends with straight backs.
some mortal fight left these blue feathers in the dead grass.
a week of losses, gains, triumphs, challenges, horses released
through gates
by us
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