March 28, 2017

outside in

rain is falling
snow is melting
some frozen sorrow thaws and shifts in me
outside is inside me
or my inside has escaped into the world.

all that mud
everything squishy and plashy and puddled
my heart like a frozen toad
opens one eye
sees the first green shoots piercing snow
thinks how brave
how foolish too.

be careful with what's left of my heart
my head, a canny old crow,
already is not your ally.

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