Forty Six

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I itch for summer’s blinding sun
I pine to hide in leaves
to shroud myself deep in snow drifts
buried deep from my thieves
 
instead I’m deftly placed between
the tulips and the breeze
spring thus demands an audience
with all its certainty


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