Trick of Spring

After your hands

shredded ribbons up my neck

I saw the lawn release itself from its white cast

underneath it was decay

a smothered-color green

Your warmth was like a trick of spring

now I watch it snow again

one two three four five six seven more

inch upon inch of your heavy chill

a foot cracking rib branches

your pressure a torrent of white

love tugged at the trunk of me

shaking hair and leaves free

but it’s not freedom like that.

I’m one last bud on the bone of a tree.

Somehow I saw a spine through the snow

roads making hands and bodies,

roads remaking me.

It takes miles to feel free

It takes digging yourself out

of the snow,

out from under miles of a man

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