in the soggy winter umbrage
as we haltingly walked.
Words were a mocking mimic
of the beautiful bedlam that surrounded us.
Our irresolute steps,
the glorious thrill of approaching spring
was upon my astonished eyes
making me almost forget
the asymmetrical act of human
emotions that twisted in the air
the unknowable determinate
of each ambiguous circumstance.
I remembered July
many years past
walking in the sunlight's baked grass
oblivious to the blister burns
being tattooed on my forehead
like an oil anointment.
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