Minato

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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