and so under all that is past and gone
remains the template that holds the renewal...
as under the shingle or under the small gunnels
of water from the melting ice of this field
there is a stirring and a slight sweet smell
that hints of the coming thaw
that will rise and come over as the sun climbs higher
on all that is fresh and yet to come....
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