in Poems 45 Words

seedlings, or buds?

green buds, form. otherwise we
will sink into sidewalks grown
sticky from the layers of a
drugged out winter.

we are born
again and again
out of the little green buds.

out of what is holding
winter in the air, thick
like a tessellated plane.

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