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Justin Erskine
3/2/2020

Winter’s over Mama

And in that flash before

Spring hits its stride

I breathe

Dark petrichor gritty

In my lungs

Excoriated esophagus

But winter is over Mama

Expelling its chill

And the warm burrowing layers

We tucked ourselves in

Separately

Heaven’s tears thrown

Fat and splashing

A summons drawing

Skinny love from the dirt

To the surface

It’s heavy under there but

Isn’t it a pretty haunting

Those drifting sliver clouds

Failing to trap errant luminous

Rays that float past

The open window lighting up

Our warm bodies lying beneath

Letting the equinox

Before passing on.

 

 

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