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crocus is the first flower of spring,

unless you count snowdrops…depending where you live

i guess

like this place

centred in light from trees longing to be outside again

not trapped in this bar(ren)eness of whatever was left behind

to be gathered up,

witnessed by the (w)holes in the spaces around us leaking wires

and li(n)es meant to keep us present long enough

to love the piles of spring in the centre.

(c) r. l. elke