{In April}

We opened the windows to see if we could
drink the blue of the sky like a cup of earl grey tea and
we welcomed the rain when it came
rushing in like a mountain creek.

When the leaves heard spring had come home to visit,
they exploded in our throats like a clap of thunder and
when we laid on the floor late at night to sing,
flowers grew instead of voices.

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