Saturday, June 18, 2005

Summer Cold

With seeds sown in March
and tendrils growing inward
this summer cold has taken hold
and begins to emerge.

It has settled roots
within my belly, writhing --
it reaches for the sun
a burgeoning bud.

Christmas will be the time of blossom,
the dropping of seed, a bloom of need

until then, I will
dry the teary eyes of this summer cold.

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