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the chill of an absent spring

my green winter jacket zipped tight against the March-like wind

didn’t warm my thoughts of an absent spring pierced

by whipped sand airborne against my face.

i look furtively for crocuses and daffodils,

bracing stems with a lust for sun and found them closed against the day.

how does my spirit brave the chill time before the warmth of an invincible summer?

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