Tag: spring
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Coils
Like a pot on a windowsill I long for more air more earth mote glowing winks from a darkened sky the give of Terra Cotta still, somehow, so unforgiving. my perch looks out beside the windowsill I see the soft, round starts of pea plants they’ve made their way into the tulips (in spite of…
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It was Spring
and so, I suppose time to review our love our love like a seed time-stamped and day-blind a cosmic connection in a coat We both know, all these years in not every spark, not every seed, not every love gets too nor is meant to break soil breath air hold sunlight take water flower bare fruit seed and return Some seeds like love …
