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Spring with your disheveled mouths beginning
to open. Glad I am for doorways.
For a simple frame.
In winter I allow you to guess correctly
that I was sleeping. The paw of me
placed over the snout of me. My friends
the dead flowers in a windowbox
nowhere I knew where my friends were.
I allow you to guess correctly. The confidence
you will gain will make speaking -
a tomcat sprays the dogwood - blooming.
Hello. I was forgotten. When my jaw at first
unlocks I will say no one has loved me as much.
"Spring Thaw" appears in In No One's Land, Ahsahta Press, 2007.
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