Getting old
All winter I fantasize
about a solar flare
a gigantic gout of fire
erupting from the Sun's
unsettled belly.
I'm not greedy
I want just enough
to make it about 10 degrees
warmer
at my house.
Until spring.
And never wear my scarf indoors again.
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