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How does spring greet a sparrow?
How does one
shake frost from their fingertips,
spreading warmth like snowmelt down the mountain?
I guess it is like breathing,
like a chest
expanding out into the world
and contracting
into hollowness.
I hope that when I fall asleep in the meadow,
sparrows shall nest in me
and the flowers will bloom.
How does spring greets a corpse?
like a mushroom feeder,
like hope.