clouds, teased out and soft
against the sky, like cotton
or white wool, unspooled
may days unwind warm,
unhurried. Promise summer,
someday, soon
soon we will sweat and
shine, heat greased and gleaming, flushed
pink, unfolding freckles
february's seeds
unfolded now, brown specks broken
into new green leaves
green, and more green. May
breathes thick with it. Air crammed
with pollen and plant breath
always, the assault:
no tender prickle at eye
and throat, these seeds have teeth
red throat lizard, bright
red bird, roses unfolded
loose as cups, as clouds
some may days the blue
blue sky
blooms with its loose, its tender clouds
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