This

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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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