It must have been
first a kind
of itch
and then
a thirst
she is always
the first to
know.
I can smell it
coming
Spring
even here
where the
air is decorated
like flocking paint
by snow
alas, the
aromatics
are brighter
pine, verbena,
even the dream
of humidity
the presence
of the future
ever present
in the present
but it is only
since we
know to
recognize it
that we know
the signs
traumatic returns,
triumphal medals, 
all leave a
scent of the possible
and our
continued
thirst
for more
life.

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