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soft enough to fail spring clouds drift apart

closer to flesh closer to the ground the clouds come down

sleepy faces smothered by the mist at dawn

equinox crows murder what’s left of winter

over hot coffee we relive the tundra

this flesh the culmination of warmth and frost and empty

bodies ply the streets with the burden of winter’s past

the spring crow melts away in the rain outside

the world resets itself in the hours between winter and spring

the mist misbehaves never settling for flesh or tree