Wednesday, July 13, 2011

seeds break


seeds break
as the cold rain
seeps past

japonica
forsythia
are sweet now

and the green
curtains
of the hedges

where
the wind
pushes me

but the sparrows
chase me back
out into the rain

back into
forgiveness
and longing

I resume my
resistance
to gravity

I cannot
continue
to collapse.

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