on spring (1)

on spring (1)

who knows which hour it starts, which minute, rhyme or reason. breaking of rules,        our hearts open.                         split a season. on spring,                 slight chance, light            or prayers can change. sons      move in a prouder stance, yet others rage. black bird sings   early the same bird calls late. sense that nearby one year came straight.…

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once again we come back to ourselves, our life , the reality of  things, we stumble through neatly.   while all around is trembling , we weave together with dreams and possibilies.   there is not much more to add, it is lighter now.                                       birds sing early.   once again we come back to ourselves.…