Impressions of spring

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A delicate placement,
thoughts beneath soil,
beneath minutes
that may be eons in seedling time.
A yawning hum of strings
brushed by morning tongue
near fallen clouds,
near sticky beginnings.
A movement meant for sun
turning strong,
turning over a new plan
before breath is fully released.

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