I feel like I could
Sleep —
Breast pressed close
To the burgeoning
Earth —
For a thousand years
After
This draining Winter.
Oh, God — fill me
Once again with dreams
That burst
Like riotous flowers
From teeming soil….
(10 April 2020)
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