Sunday, February 25, 2007

a jump on spring

I am awake
I am alive
set upon a distant echo;

outside my window
birds lit from branch to branch
a squirrel hastens up a trunk
wind gently brushes budding leaves
the approaching spring
all is renewed

babies cry
people play
oh the places they go
breathe in the air

like a catalyst
I begin
maybe again
senses fulfilled
constant motion
pain dulls to mute

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