i breathe her in—

she is the shock-light glimpsing
in & out the eyelets of my soul

what agonies i’ve known
what joys,
she caresses them all

the tender shoot
pushing earth away
to emerge
slightly yellow-grey
ah, the day, the day!

a breath of green
whispers up
the spine
a small leaf
turns open
so sweet so small

a little bloom—

what fruit we are

we always fall

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