Mudpie Bouquet
These are the flowers
wait where are those flowers
This pile of snow will become flowers
When you see the fleets of birds leaving
imagine that they are just now returning
I tried it The gladness ran through me
We all know what the flowers are capable of
coaxing out in us
Pretend the snow is flowers
See my gesture as a flower
Where does the dirt end
and the flower begin
Oops we started to adore the dirt
It’s a good problem to have
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