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spring


spring leaves
suckling's hands clasping the breast
for the soft smell
and taste
in the tenderness of leaves
tonight
I also feel 
the sharpness of loveliness
and the smell of your heart
as well
in the first sun
the first rains
the first violets

April 96

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