warming up and stolen like time
in its long-shadowed return
burned nude
lewd green round
little brown
honeysuckle down
seeds found
hurried and carried
gathered squirrels
too busy too lathered
with what Winter has become
can't feel the Sun running
behind me
back to higher ground
taken gravity found
crawled new flesh
called threshed
memory culled
serving fresh
empty frames
waiting wanting
to feel these
dried berries peel
underfoot wear
I've leaned
weaned upon
roots falling
all the way
to the other side
of the sky
waving again hello
when I finally know
to say goodbye
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