now and then she comes
shame resting on her
lips like past curses
full of winter's portent
foreshadowing spring intent
its breathing in
beating from within
extrudes green
underneath
valleys magma
seams pulled apart
and stretched
shaking grounds sacred
towns fall into
the sea
let me
let me be
the color of spring
the colors lost when
the sun sets
the colors that paint
all the world
when it ends.
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