Sprung
free and easy, laid back
and breezy
wanting to stand but leaning
when the hurt ended
it left me hollow
alder buds are drooping
swaying off-green jewels
no leaves yet but soon
the velvet buds unfurling
in that timeless, pious enduring:
the faith of the trees
birdsong in the middle time
flashes of red and black from the hedge
the rain soft, insisting
drumming me back to sleep
from my cage I can see
the crooked limb of the sky
and the pebbled beach of forever
it is lonely
but good
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