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thaw (Free verse) by JakeBike

Walking past the ice-logged dam I catch that heady smell coming off the ledge: wet earth swollen with velevt flesh, a welling promise amidst all this mess, this melt. I lift my eyes to rounding mounds of exploding growth tumefying like bonsai'd mountains, forested dense. Green and sweet, it speaks to me of softness, so I press against its pile, flatten gently, test for spring.

zodiac 24-Mar-04/6:07 AM
-1 for welling, tumefying.




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