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The moment the idea of you

collided with those shapes,

I remember your face.

The covering you swoop around yourself

like a cape. Your eyes

emitting a low hum, an echo

I can’t get out of my head.

Shapes cohere and trees burst forth,

cascade of white blooms.

The slightest wind

shakes them loose like snow.

I’m on a quest to pinpoint

the moment spring’s new,

been waiting weeks for the buds

to crack open, fresh-petalled world

immediately on its way to decay.

The moment I saw you,

split open and trembling.

Posted 02/24/20
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