NOw
there is no where to go
the clouds reflect our prison
like crumbled
aluminum foil
we cannot chew through
this metallic fog
the sparks
make lightning of our
teeth
that chase the squirrels
away
hidden beneath the earth
the seed is more important
than the disease
noW yellow
daffodils droop over rotted
leaves
coughing into graves
of potted earth
there is a distance
unassailable in our future
for the spring cannot
out wait the
rain
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