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pastel sunrise, mottled green
flower bloom, thawed stream
spring is upon us, the air is clean
crisp cloud cuts the sky
and there’s a gleam in your eye
an adventure there, and i want to follow
outstretched hand, t-shirts at dusk
grassy knoll, abandoned park
mosquitos buzz and bat them away
air cool and perfumed with the breeze of the day
and there’s a bed waiting when you get home
and the silence is warm when you’re alone
sky open above you and dizzy with fear
the grip of nostalgia never felt so real
until now, grass flat beneath your back
and sand between toes, pretty rock in backpack
teetering on the precipice of all you have known
at once still so young, at once so near grown
living felt stagnant but the answer was clear
every me nested in me, stacked years upon years
the coming of spring still awakens such thrill
and the promise of budding spreads dreams anew:
this was never a middle, as the pond is never still
but the beginning of everything, and everything that will