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Brown Returns
Brown, smooth as summer sand,
should reach my lips, belly flat,
on a sun-starved beach swept
by eternal evening tides.
My shadow marks minutes that last,
erase memory of winter white.
Warmth of a lamb, spread
on the sparkled brown land,
nestles as a chick from worrisome egg,
finally hatched.
Eyes lift to sparse green sprouting
under stout oak, spy 'neath a waving willow,
while reaching for elder and elm.
Wildflower seedlings prepare, popping
pesky yellows, purples, orange
and pink, poking, clambering about.
Inhale sweet silt agleam again.
Filmy, foamy bath laps a shore clean.
Spring beach brims with casual folk
on leashes, treading, sun up to sundown.
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