"rrenewed" poems
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As the first breath after a prolonged illness
The blind fox cub vents the air from her casserole
Alert as a morning shift
with rrenewed forces . My arms , my joints -
I check each individual gears in my very rusty
body . Early morning:
I am released from the nursing home of winter
and is greeted by spring outside the gates.
Soon I might just be human again!
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC