i am watching an invisible hand
painting my lawn, a whitey mound
i look up where is it coming from
too blurry but i still look around
soon it gets dark and never stop
i am getting cold i needed a nap
i close my curtain feeling better
i grab my hoody and pull it over
i sneeze one two, i sit on floor
close my eyes to dream of spring
saw your sweet face smiling again
so do i; i keep on wishing, hoping
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