(Something for Spring...)
When sun returns
shirt gets tossed,
skin that’s been leached
by fabric and formality
renews its brown chemistry
in the light.
Office protocols
lose out
to native overhaul.
Winter white
turns muddy
and gleaming dark.
Ladder extends
to thin the apples,
knees bend
to dig potato,
fingers twist bean vine
around corn stalk.
Dark hands
dive into loam,
planting melon,
nurturing chile,
dreaming fertility
of sun returning.
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