her lips sliding through blinds
seeking my skin wrap in twines
i saw kid running around fine
gone were hard tall white mounds
i smile with a happy hope; spring
come come grace my early mornings
sweet flowers were everywhere today
in box, boquette, singles or in array
balloons with lovely words imagine
happy faces in a hurry; leaving
i took my time stretch my hand
towards the light, loving warmth
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