nothing is or was, but now
falling rain and clouds
the slow hum
of thought, of warmth
flowing from the vent
dark, and darker the sky
swirling and churning
clouds, then more rain
nothing now, but it was
maybe, wet with meaning
then what? coyotes howl
and rabbits say nothing, so?
spring, yes, it's spring
the phoenix, rebirth in flame
but now here, here it's sand
and rocks, various pale greens
what does it mean? it means
what, for lizards and snakes
care why? or don't
spring, yes, ravens nesting
clouds and rain, then sun
always sun, always . . . .
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