The world makes me sad but I can’t
Stop feeling ever –  so in love with it
And I often Wonder about the tenacity
Of the unrequited love story as a spring
Time metaphor for insisting on the flowers
When the world insists on bitter tubers and
Stinking tumorous organs. It is a metaphor
For the power of finding sweet things when every
Leaf of grass  seems far away,   reaching out
As the wind reaches out and as this wide loud
Country reaches out, desperate warm
Embrace or the faintest glimpse of the sun
A sign of goodness that the project of growth
And of green. Was and is and will always
Be worth it and that the night and the rain
Are not as cold as all that and that your arms
Will feel like a song as I’ve always dreamed


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