Jared Pearce
October 2016

Those seeds who need
That freeze unfurl
Finally when the snow
Sinks in, a shallow

Soak to let them know
The world’s become
A different place,
Has a different face:

Stark, repentant
The oiling soil
Loosens, and she begins
To rinse her limbs,

Take on the sun
And glowing peat,
The heat tugs on
Her head and feet,

She pulls my way—
A tendril apricity,
Her heart hammering
Its frozen clay.

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