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Jan 2015
the not body of Spring feels like
girlhood stroked fur purring
wet between April and May
slicked rain of coming flowers:

                   Not easy
                   Not hard
                   nor needing

for kneadfuly clutch of loosed steam
who makes tearfully joy by within
forests loops of the curling stuff
her own not body

by warmth
by wet
decay of young
foals white petals parting showers of chaste rain and the

tight
tight
tight

emulsion of pushing through
the supple cloud of morning:

                    SUN,
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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