Spring Fever
Technicalities whizzing by
Here I stand with my wandering eye
No intention to take them in
I begin to blur the lines
Get a whiff of the canvas
Blood, sweat, and tears
Paint a masterpiece to outlive the years
Beyond this pain, these rules, the shame
We feel the ache to be maternal
The hope of life eternal
Like weeds overthrowing sidewalks
Like moss creeping up building tops
Ever striving to reach the sky
Our tendrils gently bend and curl
Our bountiful arms unfold and unfurl
Step back and feel the breadth of it
Collapse into the depths of it
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