A new year: lungs unlocked
again, soft skies, a tender chill.
My eyes released from frantic screens
to see again the beetle
goldbacked, gleaming
dart into dirt clods,
brown grass grown winter brittle,
though the citronella
sprawls sharp scented green.
From a bud softened tree a mockingbird
sings for once, fluid, free
as sky itself,
breath opens into this world,
becoming new again,
bright and brave and new.
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