April

By queen beatle
Tue, 13 May 2025
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The days grew rounder;
soundness and brightness
sniffed the fulling air, crept
from narrow burrows.
I saw blossom
flurry to a snowdrift,
a late attempt to hold
the reaching heat,
a muffle — wait,
not yet; when it's time,
when it happens;
not yet;
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