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In the Spring

The toxic Spring sky
   hovers over poisonous blue leaves
You’ve been warned
The tears stream down
   from granite deadened eyes
Beware
I go on a tight knife’s glint
   over glassy blue ice
Hands free
When I hide this impenetrable fear
   no one sees
Betrayed
Some trees grow straight
   they reach for the sky with ease
By chance
Some are cracked and knobby
   in the Spring

-April 20, 2008-