Day 5: Spring Repeat

all those poems before

talking about rebirth

and life


no matter

what anyone says

this is the

stagnant

water-logged

broken promise

of a season


when all I want

is that

white knuckled

whining engine

roaring wind

pounding ocean


a baptism of living

a violence in nature

of fire and sex


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