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Enclosures
huddled under the umbrella
nestled in the sleeping bag
crouched beneath the spreading elm
encased behind the windshield
while the rain pounds
the hailstones plummet
the wind circles ’round
looking for a crack in the siding
it’s not an aversion to the elements
it’s the thrill of being protected
the joy at not being forced
into anything you don’t desire
Good Poem, know the feeling!
Thanks, Robin!