Spring Yet
These are the heavy blossoms
This is the darkness within the land
seeping out
The twig is a finger bone
Who’s to say that the tree is not also a finger bone
The universe as well
could be a finger bone
This line of thinking is exhilarating
On a strange and warm day in February
some grass is sliced and toppled
Real grass
Already the snow starts to forget us
I agree that we look at even the universe as a 'finger bone' because I think in when all evinces, it is much grander than even our imaginations.
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