Of Fiancés and Saplings

Poor fools!  Shivering but starting its 
percolation, sap begins to rise in February.

It has listened to the light, like others:
young shoots and lovers in strappy gowns 

with bare legs and backs who beat the dull
winter ache; no badger in a snug, earthen den

or splenetic suffering impacted cold.
They are visionaries, line of other-sighted

folk touching each other’s shoulders,
taking deep steps together in the dark.  

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