Dear Spring

To the spring that has passed,

whose blooming lilacs

I tape to the wall of memories

in my home,

I wait in a cloud of rain

(drowning drowning drowning),

hidden from the prying eyes

and sighs of hyena-like cries

for warmer days to return.

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