I think many are experiencing these sudden grabs of emotion.
Every day, a swath of tears
leaps unexpected
a cut of green against weeds
in an April landscape
The rest runs to rules
hills fading to light and blue
above the darker mid-ground
with hints of pinking trees
But nearby the sudden
dailiness of death
and in the moment of fearing
where can I plant my feet
to understand and accept
those insistent buds,
these insistent tears?
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