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Spring tiptoes

in this year


acid green puffs

through old


crushed copper.


I tend borrowed

soil: earth crumbles


sensate, stuck sticky

beneath nails.


All is new, perfect,

intrinsic life:


I stand erect

like cherry attending


bumbling bee.


Haunting the twilight

I walk a fine line


nostrils flaming.

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