all of a sudden, i realize that the kitchen is dark because the maple that presses in the gap between our house and the neighbors' has exploded from tentative buds. the ground is covered in a sheen of gold dust; the sky glows as late as early evening.

the bricks stay damp even after the sun comes out, while rabbits pluck at the weeds that are trying to get a jump on the season.

i ask myself if i can live without fear, so long as the certainty of another growth period lays ahead.

07 May 2018 20:45

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