So long, winter


Walking up the stairs here at Sleepy Hollow, landscape stacks of erosion proof succulents with pink flowers like a palm of fingers moving upward towards the sun. There: one scraggly, viney, green and pulsing weed with a yellow shine of bud.

That is me. Hurtling yowling bursting free.

First new moon of Spring, first day of the rest of your life at any moment

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