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Spring Garden

in warmer times we are

overwhelmingly minced up

into large rolling

dew drops gliding

over asphalt and screeching

to a halt with metal

bones and rubber

senses pounding our metal feelings through

glass or air that was once glass until it fell

away from the rusted skin

buried deep inside of a secret

compartment with an unknown depth

 

please open my hood

the light is on again