Spring

And every new Spring

as the leaves take their

branches back

and their complexions

glow in shades of green

we touch the ground

with our knees,

reach out our arms,

and cup our hands to drink

from a well of hope

Hopeful that courage will

flow through our bodies so we can

unclench our fists and

tame our butterflies and

dance ahead with our arms

open wide.

Hopeful that we will

find that golden light that

lives inside the belly of

our own man-made beasts

and that we can finally

let go of what was,

knowing that the future

knows our names.

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From the collection, Catching Dusk with Our Teeth, available here.