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April

In spring I think about dying into the year

Once and for all,

The best chance I’ll have.

Now’s the time to catch it,

The foaming movement upward—

Wildflowers in the woods,

Pear tree with more blossoms

Than it can say, lawn surging.

Ride out in green leaves,

All those busy idle nations

Dancing at their work, turning days into sugar,

Burning to colors brighter than sky,

Dropping to dark and mulch and gone,

In spring someone else

Coming forward from the ground, decked in flowers.

—
Peter Cashorali…
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