I look out our window.
I step out our front door
into green
into blossoms
into growth
alive
surviving
thriving
I breathe deep,
my feet tingle
in the grass.
Will it last?
Is it ever-
lasting?
I walk out into the growth,
my flesh tingles
in the green.
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