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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.
Victoria Mosley 