I woke up insane, like
Spring was coursing in my veins and
Growing green things in my head to
Push out the musty, dusty, crusty
Thoughts of wintertime sadness
The wind is like a drug.
I sucked it into shriveled lungs
Felt it start whirling in my brain
Twirling things that had not been stirred
Since I had had tucked them away
Last summer in the heat and the heartbreak
My muscles hurt, right between my shoulder blades
From wielding a shovel like a war-spear
Against my enemy the gravel pile
It felt like wings trying to push through my skin
And with the empty blue bowl of sky calling
Calling, calling, calling me
Crying for me
I wished it were wings growing
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