what
felt like days of cold rain
suddenly
turned outward
toward
a strong morning sun
on
the way to equinox
tho
still with ice on the roof
there's
bound to be broken hillsides
shoulders
of appalachia
need
endless times to heal
today
is what it's worth
clouds
go hiding
now take
your shadow
to
high noon
--- e b bortz
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