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Spring

182676_10151292253112036_1169671596_n     Green fuses forced and driven

      Flag the understory

      Adorn long fingered branches like engagement rings

      Promising a night to come when they’ll unfurl

     Spread out deliciously

     Throbbing with the coursing of sap through stem

     To recline in the freshness of uncloaked nakedness

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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