timid leaf,
bright
yellow flower,
purple African parade proudly
displayed
eighty Saturday degrees
unmade,
this morning.
Advance.
Retreat.
The Humboldt winter
a spring waiting
soft and still
the patient rainfall
sounds
I am undone.
Perhaps tomorrow.
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