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Wait
Cold winds lash
spring branches;
new leaves
lust
for heat;
torn stems
litter
tender new grasses
and wait
for discordant chimes
to rend the sky,
release bright spirits,
charm the shy sun,
and cast to waiting earth
Summer.
poem
by
Steven Federle
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