Even though she was hauntingly aware that we were being "fracked" and coal fired to death and that our environment would not last in this particular exquisite form into the distant future –
She still couldn't help loving the heat of the sun
and how it warmed her and everything it touched
Or the flowers outside her window radiating
yellows and Fuchsia,
How her cats would climb on her body, nesting in her,
keeping her warm and adored,
Or the wind and the rustling leaves along the creek
just outside her door, waiting for her to come into it
And how she loved the music that plays
steadily inside her head the words capturing what was
on her mind and what was happening around her.
And her lover who took in his arms and held her.
She thought "maybe death will forget we are here"
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