Yellow birds coo

at the sight of a juicy worm


Moles and mice and rodents alike

still burrow deep under the dirt I walk on


Flowers still yet to blossom

as do I from my bed


The sky as dark as the water

I wish I was basking on


The mountains still mounted with snow

which lingers like the cold in my heart


Someday the worms will hide

and the birds will begin to mate

in the wood house I made in my youth


The rodents will begin to swarm the subway

causing other to burrow into their homes


But not me. I always come back

like the blossom of a flower


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