cannot but
push
out of winter
up
from the darkness where they have remained
year upon year
the same
again
to stand
but for only days
not knowing what they reach for
reaching once
again
not knowing why
pressing
tightly held within
the thinnest of veil cannot contain
delicate precious beautiful
strain
open
faces full
to warmth's embrace
shining in the sun
quivering
in wind's still domain
the sheer veil
fades
already brown
expectation
entropy
in a sidewalk garden
bowed down
for the tears of God's own blessing
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