[light + impulse]

stark sunshine
and dying flowers;
the memories
of summer that do not
keep me warm.
now in my
darkened winter mind
i forget
all these bright
vagrancies of lightness,
of butterfly laughter
on my skin.

i want searing,
soaring heat,
would grasp
my brittle fingers
at every colored thing
that spun spiral circles
my way,
hold tight to any
true likeness
of spring.

21.5.03

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