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It begins —

This thing call Spring —

With sunshine and birdsong

Slowly infused into everything.

It begins with

Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,

As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.

I painted my nails blue

because I couldn’t think what else to do 

to stop myself from thinking of you.

I didn’t realize until they dried,

it was the very color of your eyes:

it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake 

with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other. 

how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars 

and my face running away 

up into the sky 

There's a climate rally 

okay let's go 

to that 

I'll make a sign 

But now we're making the sign 

with the markers

if i don’t take something from you 

ill take the other.

i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence

and eat the dirt that gives you life

the schools of fish shall go to my offspring 

i can only imagine the salt of the sea and

the schools of tuna that end up in my bowl

they swim through the eternity that melts into the sky

surviving the harsh summers

mating through the comforting winters