Not Consciously Invited

I am here,

Though not consciously invited:

Red-ghost guest

At year’s-end party.

I quicken mascaraed pulses,

Draw familiar-jealous,

Duel-challenge glances.

Fox-of-imagination, I

Wish only to leave

Unsafe, open-field blankets of snow

To flow like smooth, zero -degree water

Into the shadows between

Breath and the rocks.

Whatever may occur

Try to remember that

I meant you no harm.

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